Just before Dr Jimmy lopped off my starboard berry, my hormone marker was a certain-death 14,638. Just before I started chemotherapy, Dr Karmen took another blood sample to see how effective the surgery had been on it's own.
Today's nurse flicked the readout onto my horizontal chest, face-down, with the precision of a casino croupier. I nervously lifted one corner. The important number was in red - 324. Woo hoo! It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings. My eyes darted around the clinic. Thankfully, it was the big nurse's day off.