I have always imagined that if, or most likely when, I get cancer, I will be well cared for.
Cancer survivors I've spoken to speak glowingly of the care they have received under the national health system and our rates of survival, from a range of cancers, are good.
I had no idea of the reality of the situation until I signed up as an ambassador for Dry July.
Based on an Aussie model, you sign up to the website, give up grog for the month of July, and get people to sponsor you to raise money for good causes. This is the inaugural Dry July for New Zealand and the money raised will help to improve conditions for those receiving chemotherapy.
Until I visited the chemo room, I had imagined that chemotherapy would involve sitting in a comfortable recliner chair, in a private booth, with perhaps a television or soothing music playing, light controls and the time and space to focus on fighting cancer.