Kaz Foncette

Kaz Foncette Survived some stuff. Dressed for the occasion. Fashion. Beauty. Motherhood and Moments beyond Breast Cancer.

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Four score and 7 years ago ….✨Where do I even start with this post.7 years ago I was in the depths of chemo for cancer n...
06/09/2026

Four score and 7 years ago ….✨
Where do I even start with this post.
7 years ago I was in the depths of chemo for cancer number 2.
To paint a picture, I was stood in this very spot in sunny Southend on a random Sunday in June, looking out at the sea, breathing in fresh air, teary eyed and out of breath wondering where the hell life would be taking me after it had chewed me up and spat me out in cancer land again.
The day after posting this post, I woke up with a nose bleed, it was normal at that point.
My microbladed eyebrows had half faded, eyelashes hanging on by a thread and I was bursting into flames all night long due to the medical menopause cancer had once again put me in.
Yes babes a medical menopause, I’ve been there twice and the thought of my body eventually taking me there when Mother Nature intends me to again, scares me.
It was brutal, it was depressing, and it was another nail in the fertility compromised coffin.
But.
I never ever stopped dreaming.
I never ever stopped having hope.
With my marriage, my home and my future self.

In 2022 I came to accept that I may never be a mother. And I was ok with being child free. I suppose because I never really felt fully ready to be a mum and sometimes wondered if it was even for me. But that point I was just happy to still be alive. At 36 and less than 5 years in remission, I was just wanting to live my best life and rewrite what was left of my 30’s.
Both me and Matt knew we had our embryos on ice but we also knew that despite it being a Shakespearean style tragedy if we never used them , you know, after Matt had to do it’ in cup and me, feeling like a crack head injecting myself daily to produce le eggs, we just wanted to be healthy and happy. And we were.

But I always had the ‘what if’ in the back of my head. And I hate having what’s ifs in the back of my head.
I’m more of the ‘f it, let’s just try it’ because at least If I tried , I’d always get my answer from the universe.
And wherever the universe directs me, I have to trust that that was meant to be my path.
Being stood at that viewing platform today, with no idea where I’m headed, I’m finally brave enough to say ‘f it let’s find out’

Kaz

03/09/2026

Donation of the day - part 2 ✨🫣 follow for more

18/08/2026

‘Donation of the day’ diary - part 1 , follow for more 😩

Kinda Chic ✨Hi I’m Kaz and if you’re going through some shi* don’t worry, so have I, and so have amazing humans that are...
14/08/2026

Kinda Chic ✨
Hi I’m Kaz and if you’re going through some shi* don’t worry, so have I, and so have amazing humans that are part of my community , but we move, we connect, we reinvent ourselves, because we are , le chic. 💅

Viva forever ✨

08/08/2026

Never alone ✨
I haven’t spoken about this because for a long time I didn’t realise what was happening to me.
It started shortly after giving birth.
Atlas was 4 months old & one of my closest friends in my world - Sukhy - died. Despite coming toward the end of her life, she cared & nurtured me because she knew how fragile I was, you know, not having mum around. Sukhy became mum in the most sisterly way.
A month later my great aunt also died. Like wtaf. I had no space to grieve yet another significant loss.
My brain switched it all off and said ‘it’s not happening, they didn’t die’.

I tried to carry on. Being a mum, running a business & charity. Managing staff, looking after others. It wasn’t burnout, it was something else. But what?

I went to Glastonbury, felt blessed. Blessed but oddly forgetful, tearful, guilty, ugly, imposter-like. I put it all to the back of my head.
Then bam, they said my cancer might be back.
It tipped me over the edge of whatever mountain I was stranded on.
I was frantic. I reached out to my close friends. Some were at work, some calls went to voicemail. It isn’t often I scream for help, but I called hoping someone would pick up.
Then she did.
Sheree.
She flew across whenever she was and came to be by my side. She saved me, waited patiently in a room whilst I cried in another, under a familiar machine.
Then came the waiting game for results. It almost wrecked me. I suppose that’s when I was thrown into the thick of this thing.
I started to go quiet. In life. On social media.
Thoughts that my family would be better off without me invaded, I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe being a mum wasn’t for me.
Months later, it wasn’t cancer.
I had to mentally find my way out of whatever I had been trapped in.
Life finally sailed me out of the storm, and I saw the beautiful rainbow on the other side.
Postpartum breakdowns are quiet.
They don’t always look like what we imagine. Sometimes they look like carrying on, showing up, looking fine and taking care of everyone else.
So this is my reminder, check in with the strong ones too. Ask twice. Listen carefully. And never be afraid to say, ‘I’m not okay’

Love Kaz

A week of trusting the universe to guide me to exactly where I needed to be & who I needed to be with ✨Waving goodbye to...
05/08/2026

A week of trusting the universe to guide me to exactly where I needed to be & who I needed to be with ✨
Waving goodbye to the first and last ever July 2026 and a big hello and welcome to August.
I hope you’re as kind, warm, understanding and freeing as ever.

My chapter with breast cancer isn’t over yet queens, as my surgery date for symmetry surgery is officially in the diary. I guess it never really ‘ends’ once you’re living beyond it.
It’s certainly part of my life now and the more I drop my ‘normal’ into everyday conversations with ‘cancer muggles’ the more I normalize these conversations that need to be had which in turn is still flying the flag for raising awareness.
To say I’m nervous is an understatement but how silly of me to think that everything C word related ended 7 years ago 💀
I’m 1 stone down, surgeon is happy, bloods look good and I’m currently preparing my house for recovery and my hospital bag for my stay , filled naturally with post surgery fashion & beauty.
NHS couture here we come, but I am still short of an EXCELLENT post surgery bra.

To be continued

Viva for ever✨

Kaz ❤️

Woke up to a visit from mum ✨

Breakfast vibes with Sanctuary Spa celebrating a new launch 🚀

Goddess vibes ✨

When you finally meet someone online you’ve been internet friends with for years ✨ Gary Thompson such a sweety pie

Connecting and reconnecting ✨

Match matchy Enhance by Tara | Dentist & Facial Aesthetics

Breakfast potion 😂

If you know you know life ✨

A needed weekend Champneys Wellness Spa

Cryo magic with ELEMIS

It wouldn’t be a celebration without my fave ❤️ Shez x

What rested looks like 🧿✨

Newness from Self Glow by James Read ✨ PR-ad products

Newness added to the perfume cabinet ALLSAINTS ✨ PR-ADproducts

Cyprus in London

Little helping hands 🧿❤️

Trends at 12 chat with Jim Davis ✨

Step by step oooh baby ✨

Bravery 👑The definition of bravery is facing fear, danger, difficulty or pain and acting anyway.For me, it was never hav...
10/07/2026

Bravery 👑

The definition of bravery is facing fear, danger, difficulty or pain and acting anyway.
For me, it was never having cancer treatment.
It wasn’t sitting in a chemo chair. It wasn’t surgery. It wasn’t taking medication. Those things were about survival. I was ill and I wanted to get better. What choice did I really have?

What felt brave was everything around it.
Smiling when life felt heavy.
Reclaiming parts of myself I thought I’d lost.
Asking for help when I needed it.
Building something meaningful from the mess.
Getting dressed, putting together an outfit, and showing up online when my confidence was hanging by a thread and my energy was nowhere to be found.
In almost 40 years of life, I was rarely called brave until I got cancer. Maybe when I introduced Matt to my family and chose love over expectation. Maybe when I stepped outside the path that had been laid out for me.
But cancer treatment? That felt like survival, not bravery.

So I’ve often wondered why getting sick suddenly earned me a badge of courage.
The truth is, some of my bravest moments happened long before cancer arrived. They were the small an quier decisions, the difficult conversations, the risks nobody saw, and the times I carried on when I was absolutely terrified.

So next time you call someone with cancer ‘brave”, maybe pause and think about what you’re really trying to say.
Maybe they’re fierce. Resilient. Powerful. Determined as hell. Because bravery looks different to everyone.
And for me, it was never sitting in a hospital chair. It was everything I had to do to keep living once I got up and left it!

Love Kaz x

11/05/2026

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