Hi, girls.
Sorry. And excuse the breathing.
I’m out with the dog.
This is a bit of a weird one, so apologies for bringing down the mood.
This is not a message I ever expected to leave.
And I'm sorry.
I’m sorry to leave it in a message,
but I just couldn't say it to your faces.
Right, so basically, I have breast cancer.
Oh, fucking hell that’s hard.
I just found out a couple of weeks ago.
I found a lump.
I went to the doctor.
I got referred.
I got poked and prodded
and all that.
Graham has been great.
Yes, we have cried a lot.
Listen, it's treatable, alright. It is treatable.
I'm not leaving this message to say my goodbyes, but...
well, they don't know if it's spread yet,
which, which brings me to the next thing.
I'm, I'm
I'm having an operation on Friday
and it's, it's not the whole tit,
it's called a lumpectomy.
So they may take a little bit, just a little bit of tit.
Just a little bit.
And God knows what that's going to look like.
Oh, Lola, Lola, come!
Sorry. She's being a rascal.
Yeah. So, surgery on Friday.
And that will be, that will be fun.
That'll be fun.
Yeah, well, it...
it came around very quick, really.
And I'm not, I haven't stopped to,
haven’t stopped to think about it.
I've just been putting off telling anyone.
I mean work don't know.
So, yeah that's, that's going to be a fun conversation.
Anyway, look, I'm rambling.
I just didn't want to bring anything up while we were away.
I just didn’t want to ruin the weekend.
Yeah.