When my chemo nurses were struggling to get a cannula into me they would often encourage me to concentrate on something happy. I always said to them that when this is all over I will go away somewhere peaceful, and sit on a verandah watching the sun go down with a large glass of wine. Now finally we are packing up the car and our verandah awaits. I have got my high collared fleeces to keep the sun off my scar, along with…