Ending a truly horrendous 2015 sitting in hospital waiting to have my portacath taken out. It was exactly a year ago that I noticed a strange lump in my abdomen which turned out to be stage 3C ovarian cancer. Surgery in May, and 18 weeks of chemo later I am now thankful for getting here, keeping everything crossed that I can draw a line. I know nothing is certain but I feel that fate has intervened and the fact I'm scheduled to have my port taken out today must mean I am meant to start 2016 with nothing to remind me (apart from the scars!!!)
I hope you all have a fantastic and positive new year xx