It was anaemia that triggered the path to diagnosis and the following puts some perspective on it.
It the three months up to December I was training regularly in the gym and ice-skating.
When I tried a run I could barely run a 10 minute mile and after a few runs I managed two miles in around nineteen and a half minutes. Pitiful when considering that I was light (at just over 11 stone) and when I was younger I could have run 4 six and a half minute miles without problem.
So today after three cycles of chemotherapy and nine pounds heavier with no proper training all year I ran two miles in less than nineteen minutes and without really making much effort. I started slowly and built it up.
It's a basic but encouraging start to getting fit before operation, but it has no meaning in the context of the results of tomorrow's CT scan. That is an different ball game.
Feet on the ground time.
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