Sound healer. Trauma-informed practitioner. Former advertising leader. Cancer Survivor.

My Story

My path to becoming a sound healer began in 2017, though I didn't know it at the time. My daughter was one year old.

I'd had a nagging pain in my right breast for four months before I did anything about it. I assumed it was a hangover from breastfeeding - the kind of thing a busy woman dismisses, files under 'probably nothing', and keeps moving.
 

I took my daughter to the GP appointment. She was one, spirited, and very unimpressed with the proceedings. I think her indignation at watching her mummy being examined by a young male doctor is partly what prompted him to refer me to the Macmillan Cancer Unit. Just to be safe.

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Two weeks later - a Monday, late July - I nearly didn't go. I was running late. I was convinced it was nothing. I felt almost embarrassed to be there, wasting the time of people with real problems. I had a full diary. Deadlines. A team waiting.

I went anyway.

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An ultrasound became biopsies. Biopsies became a mammogram. By that afternoon, I had a diagnosis of breast cancer.

There is much more to this story. But before I tell it, I want to say this simply:

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Please check your breasts. Regularly. 

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What followed were years of surgeries, treatment, medically induced menopause at 36 and the discovery that I am BRCA2 positive - which brought its own particular grief, its own decisions and a changed relationship with my own body and mortality.

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I had spent 18 years in advertising - at Dare, then at VCCP - performing under pressure, leading teams, keeping everything moving. Pushing through was my default setting. What I came to understand, in the wreckage of those years, was that pushing through wasn't strength. It was avoidance. It was not feeling. And it wasn't how I was meant to be living. 

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What I found instead was sound. It reached the parts of me that nothing else could - the held tension, the braced body, the part that had stopped knowing how to rest. And it changed me.