‘Sitting in the rainforest, my mind lost in cascades, the world was wet ... I thought back to that awful wet and windy day in July, when I was told by a nurse with a deadpan expression that I definitely had IT. I realised, in my busy life, that now could be my Down Time. Would I not be gently cared for … cushions appearing for my head and stools for my feet ... But how wrong could I be?’
