I’ve heard a lot of people say that once you’ve had cancer you will always be waiting, for something. Whether it be waiting for clues (hoping for none but checking and rechecking every day that it hasn’t returned), waiting for the next appointment and the letter of confirmation to arrive, hours waiting in medical waiting rooms (which inevitably will be a long wait, in uncomfortable chairs and a long way from the coffee machine or the toilet) and waiting for results (whilst hoping for the best and trying desperately not to think anything but the best).

I had, perhaps naively, thought that the waiting would be later in my journey but today I find myself waiting or should I say still waiting. Waiting for the pain to stop, waiting for the appointment with the radiation team, waiting to hear from the clinician with regard to the phyllodes trial and waiting to be able to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time.