Raven

Before my diagnosis and treatment I spent a lot of time with Ravens on the mountain ridges of Snowdonia.

I would soar high above the crags, catching the wind as it was lifted up the dark cliffs, diving, flipping, feeling the wind with every outstretched feather.

After my treatment I was grounded and could only watch from a distance as my majestic friends flew the high ridges. I could no longer join them in their free flight.

My four-year check up found no trace of cancer, and since my last clear results, I have felt a shift in my outlook.

A pair of ravens fly in to my garden and I hear their call. For the first time since my diagnosis I believe that I will, once again join them.

Lucy, breast cancer survivor