In this festive period, a sense of sadness hovers overhead. A recent conversation with a family friend who is fighting advanced breast cancer has left an indelible mark. Having failed even second line chemotherapy, the hopes appear to be fading. Her fears are unmistakable as she attempts bravely at fighting back the tears. Clinging on to an elusive hope of improvement, she battles through the pain. A delayed CT only prolongs and delays the agonising truth.

I cannot truly comprehend the emotional turmoil that broils beneath the surface. The sight of your body decaying requires heroic bravery and enduring spirituality. She fights the battle alone as others appear as helpless bystanders. The years of medical education appear otiose.

The inevitable truth is that she will not see her next birthday..... This will undeniably be her last Christmas as a mortal being. Time is running out as the lights are finally dimmed.