I'm shocked at the idea that this book would scare someone diagnosed with breast cancer as the author's experience is so positive and empowering that I would have thought most people would be inspired and reassured by reading it. I say that with one caveat - if you know you've got breast cancer but not how bad it is, I guess a stage 3 experience might unnecessarily worry someone with a smaller, easier to treat version of the disease.
It's also worth mentioning that the author is British (married to a Frenchman) so her experiences may not match up 100% with what happens in other countries. Similarly some of the references to places in London may not play well to those who don't know the city or the UK.
That said, it's a fantastic read. Yes, it's up-beat and jolly because she wrote her blog for her friends and family and - like most people - kept a lot of her fears inside. But the most important thing is that it's not a snapshot in time - she reports on what she went through and then pops up periodically to update us on how she felt five years later, safe, well and looking back. When I got cancer - a different type completely - what I needed was evidence that people got it and got better and that was what I found so hard to track down.
Glasson makes it very plain that this is just one woman's story - that she has no other to tell. It's not supposed to be a guide to breast cancer, it's not intended to be about YOUR breast cancer - this is her story, take it or leave it but I would recommend it to anyone who is going through treatment or has a loved one who is.