After getting dressed following my radiotherapy session this morning, my name was called asking me to wait behind as the consultant wanted to see me. My heart sank. They had been monitoring how I had been coping with the treatment, the hormone implants and the stress with preparing to move. Was it too much? Were they going to halt the treatment as had been threatened?
The news the doctor gave me was astounding. ‘You have no cancer’, he said. ‘We were unable to find any trace of it for our tests to test. Its gone!‘
What a feeling! ‘Does that mean I can stop coming every day and don’t have to have any more Continue reading