It had been six years since my first diagnosis. That part of my life was well and truly over. But then I saw that a mole on my left breast had changed. It had always been a strange pinky colour and I wasn’t even sure that it was mole. In fact, it was a melanoma. Being 23 and not my first cancer diagnoses I was taken back but I had to tell myself, "just another scar." My scars tell a story and give a history to my body. I can share them with others and not be ashamed.