Last Wednesday, my right nostril started to run.  I didn’t think much of it at the time, other than to avoid leaning forward as much as possible.  And anyway, I was far too busy to worry about a little runny nose.

Second chemo Friday started much the same as most days in the clinic.  I handed in my card and waited.  But this time was going to be a little different.  I was a blood test graduate, having passed with (almost) flying colours and this meant that I got to skip a step in the whole procedure.