Trying to avoid the public displays of affection from the two youngsters sat opposite me in a very small waiting room, and a drip which made me feel hot, which was just as well as the room’s air con seemed to be set to cold gale. Not pleasant when you’re wearing a hospital gown.

I had a joke with the radiographers which lightened the mood somewhat. I seem to have a habit of trying to lighten things up. Is it my job to do that? Probably not, but if I don’t then who will? Do people think I’m going to cry or talk about cancer all the time? I don’t know, but I haven’t changed my personality. I can still be a cow, granted, but that’s normal!

We had a long conversation with the health insurance company, which resulted in a conversation with my Consultant, and the first operation potentially being brought forward to Monday. This Monday. After the weekend Monday. 6 days time Monday. (When I was supposed to be getting the new washing machine delivered. That’s now been changed.)

This scares me. It means that I really am on this journey. It’s not a dream, and it is happening to me. Sometimes it feels like this is all happening to someone else. Having an operation means it is happening.

So, I’m having a glass of wine.