), while I’d spent the previous few years being a serial rebound girlfriend – no one’s first choice. I taped up my broken heart and vowed that somehow, I’d turn the year around. Naturally, what followed was 10 months of hideous dates.
She’d met her love in her parents’ garden (what are the chances?
He drove me to hospital, then home again afterwards. Once we’d both stopped crying, I politely informed him that he should leave me, probably.
How do you tell your new boyfriend that you have cancer? I was staring death in the face and I didn’t want anyone else to stand there with me – it simply wasn’t fair. That year we swapped the summer weddings for summer surgery.
On the last day of the first week in January, I met someone.
My husband remembers the early days of our relationship far better than I ever can.