CANCER: I hate that word. That’s what my daughter said when I told her I’d been diagnosed with cancer. Her partner in London had just lost his sister to the insidious disease. It’s a shock, and she was taking it personally, but it’s a much more personal shock to the cancer sufferer. The real shock is that one minute you’re walking around a big healthy bloke, the next you’re on an operating table having invasive, lengthy surgery… I received an all-clear from my surgeon last week. I have to go back in six months for more blood tests and another scan.