This should have been the worst year of my life after a terminal cancer diagnosis

On New Year’s Eve last year, I raised a glass of water in the air to salute the conclusion of my first fortnight of chemotherapy tablets.

As I peeled off the surgical gloves that stopped these toxic pills coming into contact with my skin, it occurred to me that this now routinely annoying tablet ceremony would constitute my last act of 2022.

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