Today a lovely doctor told me I had cancer. She said it very fast, the words popping out before she had even sat down beside me, rushing on to how fortunate it was that the decision to cut had happened, and how close we had been to not going ahead with another slice, and another scar. I scar badly.
I now have a key worker, just like the children at preschool. She gave me lots of paper to read.
My deadly freckles.