Another year older...

Tomorrow, I'm 34!

34! I can't believe how quickly this year has flown. I remember that on my birthday last year I was stuck at work until 8pm as there was an accident on the main road and no-one could move. So I sat in the office and arranged the transport for my hen party.

This year, I'm just getting through cancer treatment.

Who'd have know it eh?

I feel quite sad, I've been lying in bed all morning thinking about my age, and about my life. I'm only 34, and I'm dealing with cancer. My whole life I've felt immortal, I think everyone does. No-one knows when cancer is going to strike, and if it ever will but bloody hell when it does, it does. And your whole life is turned upside down.

This week i've been so worried about it coming back, and so afraid of getting on with my life and then one day, bam... its back. How do people who come through cancer carry on after treatment, without the constant fear of it creeping back up on you? I don't know how I'm going to do it.

But I am going to enjoy my birthday tomorrow. It's my first social gathering since our wedding, nothing fancy, just some drinks with friends popping in. I'm really excited.

And to you blog readers, spare £2 today to make a birthday girl's wish come true and help me raise £1m. Give up that cup of coffee or magazine and please donate it for my birthday to http://www.themillionpoundschallenge.co.uk/