Today was the beginning of the end of my journey. I started my radiotherapy today. I woke up late and had to rush out of the door without any breakfast so by the time I got there, I was desperately lacking in concentration.

After a short chat about what was going to happen, I was ushered into a changing room to sport my new, dashing hospital gown (which I get to take home with me). I then waited to be called into the radiotherapy room. I was then told to take off my shoes and get onto the bed placing my feet on the board at the bottom. They then moved me in millimetres and drew on me and the huge radiotherapy machine waltzed around me and took photos and measurements. Then they left me alone to do the radiotherapy. I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell I was doing there, all alone in this sterile, freezing cold room.

It was all over in minutes (very cold minutes). I got dressed and left. I headed straight for a coffee and a chelsea bun. On my way home, I stopped and bought a magazine. In it there was an article about 3 women who had survived breast cancer and their stories. I read it on the train and it had me in tears, just bringing back memories of chemo and the relationships this illness affects. I’m on the home straight now and am looking forward to a long life of health and prosperity.