From the time I got diagnosed to completing treatment has been just over two years. I went from feeling pretty normal to very sick quite quickly. By the time I had the first surgery I was so used to feeling sick it had become normal. I woke up from that first major surgery feeling remarkably good for the first time in ages. People told me that would wear off with the anaesthetic but it didn’t. I really did feel quite good. The second surgery was much more challenging. It is the most harsh on your body, the most invasive but you gain the least from it. You are feeling just the same but recovering once again from major surgery. The third surgery is like a book end. Things improve but you have to adjust to the realisation that things are now permanently different. This is you now and you have to deal with that. In between the surgeries I moved house. It definitely made my recovery different. I was further away from everyone. I think it was good to have that time to process things. I spent a lot of time on my own enjoying the quiet. I definitely have had moments where I was fed up with being sick but it could have been worse. It could have been better too. Life is just random and there is no reason to get stuck in the ‘fairness’ of it.