So the attack of sciatica that made sight-seeing in Rome a little tricky turned out not to be sciatica at all but pain resulting from a lesion. A lesion caused by the spread of the giant cell tumour that isn’t meant to spread anywhere, let alone to the pelvis of my so-called “good” side. And which didn’t show up in the last scan. Nurse Jackie and I received the news in rather stunned silence. I asked a few questions in a voice that seemed to be coming from a very, very long way away; mainly whether there were any treatment options (unfortunately, no) and whether I’d be around to help Seb with his UCAS form for nursing, and get to Matron Anna’s graduation next July (hopefully, yes).