Nell: We’re posting a little early today.
Me: Yes, we are.
Nell: That’s because you and Kev have to leave here soon for the hospital.
Me: Yes. I finally have an appointment to see the consultant about my skin cancer.
Nell: And we’re hoping they will remove it today if they can.
Me: But we don’t know if it’s possible. I may have to go back another time.
Nell: Let’s just see what they say. One step at a time.
Me: I’m a bit frightened, Nell.
Nell: Of course you are. It’s perfectly understandable. Anyone would be.
Me: I wish I was braver.
Nell: You’re doing really well. You went to the hairdressers and you had a serious conversation with Sophie.
Me: I did and she said she’ll be there for me if I need her.
Nell: And in the meantime your hair looks wonderful.
Me: For now.
Nell: Remember what I told you about catastrophising?
Me: I know.
Nell: We all do it. Our minds jump to the worst conclusion.
Me: They do.
Nell: Which actually stops us finding out what’s really going on.
Me: It does.
Nell: Not knowing is far worse than having the facts in front of you.
Me: Yes.
Nell: It’s much better to know where you are.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Once we know what we’re dealing with we can do something about it.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: And you’re not alone with this. You have Kev and us and your family and friends. A whole army beside you.
Me: I’m very lucky to have such support.
Nell: So unleash that inner warrior and go and do this.
Me: Yes.
Nell: I’ll be there when you come home. You and me. Always.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
Nell: No sorries. This isn’t a sorry sort of day.
