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Dear Diaryé

Thurs­day, 24 Septem­ber 2015 at 10.30am, as the bed is pushed to get through the doors, I twist round each a fi­nal look at mark and we blow can other kisses… ‘Vic­to­ria! Vic­to­ria, and you hear me? we’ve done it.’ I woke up. and the cancer’s gone.

Fri­day, 27 novem­ber 2015 over I try to wash my hair. as I lean the bath, I can see long hairs slip­ping from my head into the plug­hole. mon­day, 22 Fe­bru­ary 2016 Last chemo! The egg timer rings, which means it’s fin­ished. I raise The both arms and clench my fists. tears are com­ing. I can’t be­lieve I’ve had cancer.

wed­nes­day, 25 may 2016 Ly­ing on the bed, the ra­dio­ther­apy ma­chine clicks and beeps as it swings around me. Say­ing good­bye so to the staff is emo­tional, but I’m happy. and then I leave. It’s over.

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