Finally some great news - I've been given the all clear.
It's hard to describe how relieved and elated I feel. I found out earlier today when I phoned the hospital braced for bad or no news.
I was told simply that the results had come back and there was no sign of either type of the disease.
After living for ten months with a complicated form of leukaemia I had feared the worst. When the doctor told me there was no sign of the disease in my last bone marrow sample I asked him to check, and then double check the results, before I could finally take them in.
I put the phone down and immediately phoned Poppy followed by my parents. It was refreshing to have some good news to tell them all at last.
After speaking to them I sat back in my arm chair and the weight of a hundred different emotions just seemed to be lifted from me. For the first time in months, death, sadness and worry were no longer there. Temporarily it was bliss and I just felt so thankful and grateful to be alive. I could feel a lump in my throat, put my head in my hands and cried a few tears of happiness. I remember wiping my eyes then returning to the task of texting and phoning my friends.
For the next two hours my phone was in meltdown with messages and calls from friends, family and colleagues. It was such a good feeling to be able to share the good news with people who have supported me so well since the end of last November.
I know I have written about the downsides of my treatment but today was about being given a second chance of life through the kindness and generosity of a complete stranger.
I'm so pleased that for the time being there will be no more gruelling treatment, no more unpleasant procedures, no more lengthy stays in hospital.
So what do you do when you've been given news like that? Well if my life had been a film I'm sure I should have done something spectacular involving champagne and a huge party. Maybe there would be a power ballad playing in the background.
But real life is very different to that. I had the weekly food shop to do so found myself in the local Asda. I might have survived a bone marrow transplant but failure to complete this task might have resulted in Poppy killing me! (Just a little joke love).
I hope now the countdown to returning to my normal life and work can begin. In the next five or six weeks I intend to begin light exercise and try to restore some strength to my body.
This post has been speedily written but I will be finishing off this blog with a few more entries in the coming weeks. I'm not 100% yet but I am determined to get myself as strong and as fit as I can.
I'm trying so hard not to finish with a cliche but inevitably I have failed. All I can say is I am simply over the moon.