At 32 I was waiting. Waiting for my life to start. For something brilliant to happen, anything really. And then C-Monkey arrived. You could say he quite literally snuck up behind me and shoved me so f***ing hard I still have the bruises.
So, the good news, I had my final scan and I'm in remission. Its taken a while for it to sink in. I don't know if I ever wholly believed I had cancer in the first place, I just went on autopilot, got through the treatment and got to where I am now.
The C word is big and scary one, but people tend to think it goes away once the chemo is over and the hair grows back. I'm living proof that this isn't the case, and it's hard to know how to adjust to the fact that you now have your whole life ahead of you again.