Last night I got drunk. I roamed a little bit of my island, inebriated and clutching onto a friend – giggling and gleeful. This may not seem worthy of an announcement – but to me it is significant – it was the first time in a long time I had fun. Actual, genuine, uncluttered by cancer fun. And what really thrills me is that my diagnosis came up in conversation numerous times but it didn’t dampen my spirit and at the end of the evening when I got really angry and outraged – venting and fuming about the state of it all. It, finally, wasn’t about my diagnosis but the politics of my country. I am not deluded. I understand the road to recovery is long and slow and there will be good days and bad days – and when I reach the end I still won’t be me at all. Not entirely. But last night? Last night I got drunk.