Cancer turns you into a hypochondriac! I suppose it's inevitable really.

If I was a 'normal' 37 year old I would ignore any aches or pains, or maybe I wouldn't even notice them, I would just get on with my busy, tiring life.

But I know I have this life threatening disease and because it is always at the back of my mind I immediately attribute any niggle to my cancer.

Yesterday, when it turned really cold after a mild weekend I just couldn't get warm.

After dinner I slumped on the sofa shivering with a blanket. After half an hour or so I was sweating, so out comes the thermometer. Oh my goodness it's 37.5 degrees! Wow, that's hot, I've got a temperature. It's not high enough to phone the hospital yet but I need to keep an eye on it.

Husband pipes up from the corner "Why don't you just take a paracetamol and have an early night?" So that's what I did, and guess what...this morning I'm fine!

It's exhausting, the constant worrying that I'm going to be ill, I must relax more. Mmmm, I wonder what these blisters on my knuckles are? Must keep an eye on those!

Have a happy, healthy Christmas everyone!