The countdown continues

Just over two weeks to go. Even the tiniest twinge is sending me into paroxysms of alarm at the moment. What if....? Ridiculous, isn't it? I've never felt better or been healthier, and yet I'm beginning to convince myself there's something wrong. I must stop this at once!

I remember that when I was growing up, my mother had a friend who was a breast cancer survivor. We used to throw our eyes heavenwards whenever she panicked (which she often did, even decades later) about aches, pains, possible lumps and bumps and wonder why she "overreacted" so much. Well, now I know.

So, if you know someone who's overcome cancer and now seems to get unnecessarily concerned, be sympathetic.

For me, it's not the worry of the cancer returning that starts me hyperventilating - it's the thought of a) the sort of tests that might be involved to make a diagnosis, b) deciding whether to have treatment, in the worst case scenario and c) undergoing that treatment. Other people have other concerns, but they're all equally valid. So, be patient - and just hope that if you haven't already done so, you never need experience the horror of what seem to be endless hospital visits, impertinent questions and the constant concern that they may want to do more tests...