Some advice from my oldest friend in the world: Ovarian cancer is shit. Do whatever you can not to get it.

Five years ago, my oldest friend in the world told me she was going to die.

She’s the kid I grew up with. Weekend after weekend in each other’s pockets. You’ve got one of those friends too, don’t you? We all do. Your first best friend. Your almost-sister.

Her older sister rang me one night. “Bridget has cancer.”

Shit, I thought.

Not Bridget.

Anyone but Bridget.

Bridget and me, aged 10.

Five years on and two re-occurrences, she is still here.  But, as she says to me, she WILL die from this damn disease.

Before she does, whenever that happens, she is determined to get the message out: ovarian cancer is shit, but if you don’t know about it you don’t have a hope in hell of beating it.

Bridget.

So — take the time to read what Bridget has to say. It could save your life: