Eat me.

I’m not one for bucket lists. Never at any
point since learning of my secondary cancer – hell, at any point at all – have
I ever looked back at my life so far and found gaps in the things I’ve done.




Go on, then.


I haven’t visited every continent, but I
don’t need to. I haven’t become a best-selling author, but I don’t need to.
Everything I could have hoped to achieve in my life – let alone