It is a very rare affliction. A GP would expect to meet it once in a career and this form of brain cancer is unpredictable and dangerous. Usually, this tumour might give you only a two-year span since its discovery. I have had two operations and one course of radiotherapy and now three chemotherapies (one currently starting). My death is, in a sense, imminent. I say to myself: I am dying. Something in my head is hurrying to kill me.

I lived in New York during 9/11 and worked a couple of blocks away from the twin towers. I was looking when the first tower exploded and then when the second plane flew in and, before we had to evacuate, I did see people jump to their death.

When the media, en masse, reported my imminent demise.

We were doing a tour in Japan and as our plane landed, it rose again, out of the blue. About 10 years later there was this programme about 10 of the nearest misses, and it was my flight. There was another plane on the runway and we nearly landed on top of it. I didn’t know until 10 years later.

My mam, dad and sister, who have all been through an incredible amount. They’ve all had health problems and have come through with strength, grace and positivity.

The day our rescue dog came for a visit. I burst into tears. And my (most recent) wedding, of course.

That I turned a broken heart into a career. That I hit rock bottom and bounced back up a lot higher.