I woke up in Margate — I was 60, my first day of being 60. It didn’t feel like 60, it didn’t feel new, I just knew I was 60. I felt quiet and a little bit sombre, like I should be very still and not move, maybe curl up on the floor and pray a bit.
Three years ago today I was recovering from my biopsy, I’d had part of the tumour removed from my bladder and the news wasn’t good, in fact it was horrific. If I didn’t have immediate radical surgery, I only had six months to live. So waking up and being 60 should have actually felt amazing as I never expected to get this far.
