"How long would I have lived if I hadn't driven myself into hospital?" I asked.
"Maybe about another two or three weeks, it's hard to tell," my consultant replied.
That revelation was like a slap in the face. Everything else that was swirling around my mind; being a cancer patient, the length of time I would be in hospital, chemotherapy and its awful side effects, the fear of not achieving remission, all collapsed into a single moment of clarity - there was no choice but to start treatment.
That meeting took place in early December between my consultant, girlfriend Poppy, my parents and sister.
On reflection the early days were overwhelming. I was a fit and healthy 25-year-old, who doesn't smoke, has no history of cancer in the family and has a job I like. It was hard to understand why all this was happening and to comprehend the difficult times that lay ahead.
But now, after having completed my second cycle of chemotherapy, I am determined to get over this disease and reclaim my normal life as quickly as possible.
As part of this I thought writing a series of blogs for www.examiner.co.uk would help me keep in touch with the 'real world' that exists outside my ward.
But having talked to many people about leukaemia, and looking back on my own thoughts after being initially diagnosed, I think few know very little about the disease and the treatments that are associated with it.
In the following weekly blogs I thought I would share my experiences with you but also explain what leukaemia is, what chemotherapy is and how it works. I don't know why but I always imagined that some sort of machine is involved- it isn't by the way.
Most importantly I want to stress that these accounts are not all, 'Boo-hoo I've got leukaemia.' Despite many difficult times, unpleasant reactions to treatments and extreme illness, there have also been plenty of uplifting and genuinely funny moments.
Moreover, I'm now exceedingly confident I'm going to get out of this situation get back to my girlfriend, family and, of course, the mighty Examiner.
Lastly I have a confession to make: with a few exceptions I generally loath blogs. Who's really interested in a pet cat, someone buying new shoes or top tips on how to plant potatoes?
So, with that said, I just hope my blogs don't fall into the unacceptable category of really bloody boring.