Follow This Blog Paloma, my nurse from Madrid who'd deal with telling patients that there would be, for the second day running, a six hour delay due to a problem at the lab, pulled out the cannula with expert precision. I’d been one of six lucky ones with no delay as my immuno juice was ready to go! A cotton wool swab was taped in place with the single handed expertise of a farmer hand rolling a cigarette while still ploughing a field in his tractors. “That's it, you’re done” and I was. Six months of chemo and immunotherapy was finally over.  In that instant, the place that had held me, cared for me, saved me and nurtured me back to health, was now just a room where other people go for their treatment. As I stepped into the lift I hoped for one last bidy beep but there was none. Jon Bowlby, father of Attachment Theory, way back in the 1950’s introduced the world to the term ‘secure base’, the space around the caregiver that the infant feels safe in.