Appointments and adding a new doctor to my list every year.

Blood tests, so many that I no longer flinch when the needle goes in.

Confusion,  navigating the confusing world of the unknown.

Dehydration and still taking a long time to realise when I am dehydrated.

Enduring the hard days.

Fatigue, learning that fatigue is much more than being tired.

Grief for my life before diagnosis.

Hope for more research, treatment options and my desmoid to disappear.

Intuition, knowing my own body and when something doesn’t feel right.

Juggling multiple things at once.

Kindness of people around me.

Laughter, it’s the best medicine for me.

Maturity, learning so much more about myself and what I’m capable of.

Nurses, being under great care every time I go for treatment, a procedure or surgery.

Operations and recovery.

Positivity, trying to be positive whenever I can.

Questions, endless questions.

Research, I’m great at searching google these days.

Support from my family, friends, nurses and doctors.

Trials, when you’re rare, you need to take experimental drug options that are available.

Ureteric stents to protect my kidneys.

Vacations to have something to look forward to (I would usually say holidays but I’ve already used H!).

Work, feeling lucky I can still work full time and have that routine.

X-rays and scans, “breathe in and hold your breath”….”breathe”.

Yearly endoscopies to check for polyps.

Zzzzzz on the days I need extra sleep.