Getting ready for the gym I’d rug myself up against the intense cold outside, donning thermal underwear, woolen pants, jumpers, thick socks, beanie or skull cap and a hooded-jacket large as a circus big-top, then wrap a scarf around my mouth so my throat wouldn’t seize up in the cold air and tug on a pair of woolen gloves as an added precaution against cold and infection. Even the ordinarily simple matter of dressing whilst undergoing chemotherapy in a cold climate became a formidable chore.