Pete Bate

At hospital for the outcome of my latest scan, I realise it's at least the 15th time over the past three and a half years we've sat in the waiting room expecting such results. It's still hard to express my feelings in the run-up to these appointments; an anxiety that bubbles subconsciously rather than in the front of my brain. But as we head up the A38 on results morning, questions are simmering. Will the latest CT show my cancer has been kept in its corner? Or will the cancer have quietly...

I've slowly realised that there's a difference between living with cancer and living with cancer. It seems possible to do both in one month, one week, or one day even. Last week, Lisa and I headed to Sorrento to celebrate, in advance, of our 30th wedding anniversary (yes, we did get married aged 12, thanks!). It's the first time we've had a week away together - sans kids - for almost two years. A lot has happened in that period. It's hard to explain the impact an unexpected terminal diagnosis...

It's a few days after my 52nd birthday. We had a great Bank Holiday weekend, celebrating with friends and family; even the weather held out until my annual birthday barbecue was winding down. There have been four such barbecues since I was diagnosed. It dawned on me, as the third year of my cancer journey came to a close, that I have lived for over 1,000 days following the colonoscopy that revealed my 4cm primary tumour on Maundy Thursday 2023. One thousand days! It's something we, and the...