contact me thinking I have a magical cure for cancer, but it helps that
I know exactly how they feel. I try to offer encouragement, as I know
they are so frightened just as I was when I was having treatment. It is
a small price to pay.
Every January I return to The Royal Marsden
Hospital in Sutton for a check-up. I don't sleep for at least the week
before, because I am still so terrified. I can smell the chemotherapy
as soon as I turn off the M25, and I am still six miles away from the