So it turns out that, as standard, I can actually bear quite a lot. Lots of the things I’d got kind of used to struggling with after my treatment – challenging routines, timescales, pressures of various kinds, bit of pain and random side-effects, extra requirements to build into the standard already too-full always-too-tired treadmill of life… all that stuff… well I’m still getting on with it all, but it doesn’t really feel like such a struggle anymore. It’s all just become, well, standard.

Life, for grown ups, is a struggle. You basically have to deal with loads of stuff you probably didn’t have to deal with as a child, in addition to dealing with the horrific realisation that there is no wisdom that comes with adulthood, and you are not suddenly equipped to deal with anything at all, you just have to pretend so the kids think you know what you’re doing.

Anyway, I’m doing okay at pretending. I know this because I’ve got room in my schedule now to struggle with other things. So the things that were challenging me before have obviously moved aside to make way for new challenges. That has to be some sort of progress.

A change, definitely. I’m not quite viewing it as as good as a holiday, but progress. And anyway, I’ve just booked a holiday, so I’m alright for those.