I am trying to imagine what a film announcing my recovery from cancer would have looked like. Probably a bit like a trailer for a new zombie film rather than a Flake advert. Probably nothing like the video released by the Princess of Wales to mark her emergence from treatment.
For wandering through wheat fields I would substitute tackling an overgrown garden that I had not had the energy to do anything with for more than a year – before having to have a sit down because I was so knackered. For a contemplative lean against a tree I would substitute a rest against a lamp-post on the way to work for a quiet sob. For shiny hair and complexion I would substitute what one of my doctors described as “a sort of greyness” that seems to linger on patients for a while after chemo.
