September 2012. I have just watched Andy Murray win the US Open. I would love a celebration but it’s not to be. It’s the middle of the night and I have to be up for work in 5 hours time. I’m also on antibiotics. D sends a message telling me he’s drinking champagne. I reply that I’m enjoying a glass of tap water but I will definitely be having strawberries and champagne next time.
July 2013. Next time has arrived. I’m pleased that it’s Wimbledon so it’s not the middle of the night. I’m also happy that I’m not watching the match like last time when I was sitting on a hard chair trying to cope with a dodgy computer livestream that kept crashing. This time I’m on a comfy sofa watching a lovely big TV screen. Unfortunately I now have cancer. I’m halfway through my RT and Chemo and my food and water goes down a feeding tube. I’d give anything to be able to drink a glass of tap water. D sends a message saying I’ll be able to have the celebration next time. I’m too exhausted to reply.
July 2016. Three years on. I’m now recovered and life is back to what it was before. It’s been a long wait but today Andy Murray wins his third slam. I’m sitting on the same sofa but this time I’m jumping up and down, clapping and cheering. I have no problem managing my strawberries and champagne. I send D a message to say it’s been a perfect day. He replies that the best things in life are worth waiting for.
