It’s gone down again, albeit by a measly point, but the paraprotein has gone down. I am still responding and I get to have chemotherapy pushed through my veins next week as a result.

I am not going to lie, I was anxious. I have spent my morning lying in bed looking at my phone, willing it to ring and preparing myself for the worst. I have the result now, so I can get up and party. By party, what I actually mean is baking in the kitchen whilst listening to middle of the road music and singing loudly.