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.

The pain was starting ease which meant I could, at long last, get some good sleep. Not having sleep really does send you truly bonkers. C-Monkey loves it when I don't sleep, he's like a three-year-old who's just eaten a bag of Skittles. Not good. I'd also been doing my exercises and noticed each day that I could do a little more. After a few days we had to come back for my first reconstruction appointment. My adrenaline was running on overtime. I wasn't quiet sure what to expect and couldn't decide if I was terrified - potentially more pain... or excited - here comes my new boob!

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.