I’ve dithered for ages about whether to write this post and how much to say. But I figured this blog is about the ups AND downs of my rowing life, and this subject impacts pretty heavily on that subject, so here goes. The thing is, I have to go into hospital on Monday to have a mastectomy. It’s not as dramatic as it sounds. They’re hopeful that the nasty bits are pre-cancerous (ie non-invasive) and it’s a pretty straightforward operation. It does mean, though, that I’ll be out of action for a while, and certainly off the river for the time being, which is pretty annoying. My surgeon is wonderful (can I just big up the NHS for a minute? They have been nothing short of brilliant so far) and her main aim is to get me back in a boat in as short a time as possible. Rowing was at the front and centre of our discussions and influenced the type of surgery I’m going for, and I’m super-grateful to the team for understanding – without me even having to say it – how important it is to me. So back to the sharing bit. I figured when you’re going in for a fight you want to have the baddest and strongest people in your corner, and I couldn’t think of anyone badder and stronger than the rowing massive, so there it is. Consider yourselves my support team. I can’t promise I’ll be able to answer messages, but I’ll keep you updated on how I’m doing as soon as I feel well enough. ‘Till then,