Around a month ago, I received some particularly good news – it’s taken about this long for the celebratory hangover to wear off.

Rather than build up suspense, I’ll come out and say it: my cancer has gone.

I know this, because I’ve seen it. Where once scans of my body showed a tumour sitting just in front of my spine, it has now vanished.

This isn’t quite an all clear: they don’t arrive for a few years, and to be honest, I have no idea if you are ever told something as clear cut as that.

Instead, I will continue to be monitored, but not too often: my next appointment isn’t for three months, my next scan in six.

I continue to have some side effects from the chemotherapy, but then, given what it does to your body, that’s hardly surprising.

They aren’t too bad, the main impact being the same thing that affected me while I was having it: tiredness.

I still can’t quite do everything I used to be able to. If I push myself too hard, my body aches, I can feel myself falling asleep mid-afternoon, and I start to feel ill. It makes for an ideal excuse not to go to the gym.

In all honesty, being back in the gym itself is a relief, just the opportunity and the ability to do some exercise still feels a little bit more special than it used to. So does getting out the house.

I have been back for my one-month check-up, where everything was largely positive news. The tiredness should subside, I’ll start to feel stronger, a couple of minor skin issues I have should start to heal themselves. All in good time.

The only thing which really bothers me now is yet to have been verified, but is likely to be – once test results return – that I have low testosterone levels.

This manifests itself partly in the lack of energy I’m feeling, but also a difficulty concentrating, and a lowered libido. Basically, it’s not much fun – but it is treatable, and the ball’s rolling on that one.

I’ve been very lucky, not to have had cancer, and especially not so young, but ultimately to have come out of it so well. Plenty of people don’t.

It has been something of a rollercoaster, for me, but also my wife and my family. And it’s not quite done yet: coming to terms with the emotions that going through an experience like this is taking some adjusting to.

But at least, now, we are adjusting to something that has happened, that is now done. It gives us a place to move on from, and the opportunity to start moving towards normal life again.

Last year, I got married. I found out about the cancer about five weeks before our wedding. My wife and I have yet to really experience married life without cancer, but now we have that opportunity, and it feels very good.

So, there you have it, the ins and outs of my state of health – and it’s much better than it has been for a while.

All that really remains is for me to wish anyone else going through medical problems the best of luck, and hope that they come healthily out the other side.