Here I am in Punxsutawney, having the same scans, biopsies and conversations as I had this time last year, some of them eerily on exactly the same dates. Last year I was devastated when I heard there was evidence of malignant giant cell tumour in my tibia. Today, I am celebrating that there is evidence of malignant giant cell tumour only in the tibia. Last year, having my leg amputated below the knee was an appalling prospect. This year, having had to contemplate losing the whole leg while I waited for the scan results, I wonder what on earth I was making such a fuss about.