I’ve just returned from Harley Street and my final radiotherapy session.
It was a strange farewell. I shook hands with today’s radiographers, gave Bruce a little pat and then left. I will be back there next week for final chit-chats with Dr Coulter and Mr Hadjiminas. And then in three months time. And then every three months for a year, every six months for another year and then every year for the rest of my life.
I feel I will celebrate with a big glass of celery and grape juice and a tofu fry-up.