It's funny that since my cancer diagnosis, I've found that I have become much more stoical about the whole " is this it?" thing- when faced with the possibility of slipping off the up escalator sooner, I think the every day becomes much less mundane- I'm lucky in that we retired from our farm early a few years ago so have time to just potter. People ask me if I have plans for things to do- the famous bucket list- and I don't- I just want more of my boring old life ahead of me. I can understand young people wanting to do stuff if they think life is going to be a short one, but at nearly 51, I reckon if I haven't made effort to do it now, do I really want to do it at all?