Every second counts
Sep 24, 2020
3 minutes
Lisa Fleming, 37, Edinburgh
Call them what you will – tiger stripes, love lines, angel scratches – I’ve always been incredibly proud of my stretch marks.
They’re a constant reminder that, despite having endometriosis, in July 2012 I became a mother to our beautiful son Cameron.
So I wore my stretch marks, snaking across my tummy and breasts, like a badge of honour.
But in May 2017, I noticed something strange about one of them.
Staring down at my left breast in the shower, one of the marks
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