Only, hang on... Why do I feel more depressed than I've felt at any point during my eight-month cancer journey? Oh, that's right, it's because there is no "final straight" for cancer survivors. Cancer is a life-long journey. It doesn't stop when the treatment ends.

Dear Santa, I never imagined I would spend most of the year fighting breast cancer. Please bring me a full head of hair in 2013 and a cancer-free future for me and all those I love!

The whole experience has brought me closer to my family, it's made me reassess what I want from life and it has made me appreciate how lucky I am for everything I've got. And all I've lost is a bit of boob.

Unfortunately, I get myself all worked up before the session and feel sick by association - just the sight and smell of the hospital make me retch and I have to whip my wig off lest I puke all over it. (Advantages of Wigs #103: You don't need anyone to hold your hair back when you're sick.)

An hour or so after the usual blood test, the oncologist comes into my room and draws the curtain around me for privacy. Uh oh, bad news.

Ok, let me first make it clear that I am in no way urging you to try these steps at home. Hair loss is one of the things we most commonly associate with cancer and chemotherapy, so I decided to make light of my experience and share with you the unfortunate steps of my road to bald-dom.

It takes every ounce of strength in my body not to vomit. I hum and sing to myself as I try to get through the constant waves of nausea and the pounding in my head. The feeling of not knowing what's next is the worst, and I keep a bucket by my bed lest I puke in the night.

Reactions to my breast cancer diagnosis were varied. An older, male, former colleague simply sent a one-line email that said, "Better get the box sets in then." (He has been similarly helpful and supportive ever since.)

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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.

With less than a month now til my last chemotherapy session I am getting frustratingly excited. So close but yet far enough. This past month I have had stronger days and each month I seem to keep getting a bit more able to deal with it. When I first started my chemo back in October 2011, I was on an intensive treatment plan which knocked me down for two months, I could hardly leave the house, ended up hospitalised and generally felt like I was dying.

I'm now in month three of chemotherapy and I'll be honest, I'm extremely proud of how I am getting through it if I do say so myself. I'm not sure sometimes how I am finding the inner strength to deal with it all, but right now I've hit a bit of a lull.

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It was the one thing I was most scared of in life - cancer. I think most people are. I think it's the word more than anything. Anyway, I have it. Sorry to sound dramatic. I'm not meaning to. It is funny coming to terms with it... actually, more weird than funny.