Three years ago today, I decided that I would stop drinking in 2011, if only for January and I had my last drink on 2nd January 2011. It was a (large) Jack Daniels.
For the next month, I found myself counting the number of days (notable landmarks, 7 days, double figures) since a drink and when it got to the end of January, I decided I would continue my abstention. I managed this despite (because of?) the fact that we had spent 2 weeks in Tenerife in January that year.
I was diagnosed with haemochromatosis, a genetic blood disorder, in 2005 and this had an impact on my liver which led to an annual MRI. I was still not drinking when I had this done (65 days!) in March. On 24th March, we went for a working holiday to Mexico and by the time we left, I had not got a result of my scan.
We got back to UK on 13th April (83 days, despite the temptations of tequila) to hear increasingly panicky phone messages telling me to contact the gastroeneterology consultant as a matter of urgency.
To cut this bout of the story short, the MRI revealed a small tumour on my liver and subsequent consultations at St James's in Leeds, confirmed a diagnosis of liver cancer.
More to come ...