On a damp afternoon in Crowborough, I am just starting to recover from the frantic five-week haul of daily 50-mile round trips and clambering like a drunken walrus onto hard narrow high radiotherapy benches. It’s a tough regime for the able-bodied, let alone those of us with extra challenges. But that’s what we do.
What amuses me; and I am certainly not being critical, is that everyone I’ve met, including the medical staff, have complimented me on how well I look. In fact, I’m quite flattered that despite the trawl through the extra energy sapping burdens, I can still look good.
I’m putting it down to diet. Fresh fruit, veg, nuts and seeds. Maybe the odd dram as well?