I’m starting to realise that work may know what is happening, but there’s a difference between knowing and caring. Faye, Kim and Andrea care and try and get me to go home. James is just loading me up with work. My hours are 8am to 4pm, with half an hour unpaid lunch. I work all those hours, and more. I stay behind and help. And yet I feel that my family have always had to wait for me to get home, way past my working hours, on birthdays and celebrations. I know I said that I wanted to continue working for a bit of normality, but I’m not sure if it’s fair on them or me.
On a different note, my right breast where they found the cancerous cells is being weird today. It’s much lumpier than normal and seems to take up most of the breast. I hope there isn’t a big cyst forming underneath it. I hope it doesn’t mean another mammogram on Wednesday.
May Contain Nuts 
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