Spring has sprung, albeit reluctantly and I’ve just celebrated my 43rd birthday, which I’m very pleased about. We went out for Chinese to mark the occasion, to an actual restaurant, and I had the absolute audacity to order 2 dinners for myself, which I ate pretty much all of, and I’m not even sorry. So there. I had scans about four weeks ago, which showed that my squatter has started to grow (Rude). It has only grown ever so slightly, but considering I’ve had no treatment since mid August, it’s not bad and was expected, although secretly I’d hoped it had just evaporated and I’d finished cancer. No such luck, but that’s ok. Conversations were had about next steps and a Plan A and a Plan B were formulated. Plan A was checking to see if I was suitable for a clinical trial, and if I wasn’t, then Plan B would be a Chemo - Irinotecan, 5 Fluorouracil (5-FU) and Folnic Acid - FOLFIRI for short. And that was ok. We like a plan. I had blood tests and met with the clinic trial team who...