Funnily enough, the one part of my body not giving me grief right now is the cancer, the reason I started this blog. It’s just over three years since my secondary diagnosis and thanks to lots of wonderful drugs, I’m stable.

As for everything else, my body is a battlefield. I’m running to the toilet every five minutes. I’m falling over every few days. I’m drinking water like it’s my last ever drink. At least the osteo and rheumatoid arthritis are well controlled and the asthma is pretty good.

Oh yes, and I broke my jaw. I fell on my face after three too many Proseccos. This fracture was not picked up by the emergency doctor so it’s had a month to heal in the wrong place, meaning I need three hours of surgery and eight weeks of soft food to fix it.

And yet! I’m going to the gym four times a week. My children are happy at school. I’ve given up the booze so I’m saving money and losing weight. It’s a funny time.

If it was cancer in my jaw I’d be fast tracked for surgery, instead of being caught between the complaints and booking departments. Let’s hope my next cancer scan is stable so there’s not another thing to fret about!