I'm trying.
Believe me. I'm sorry.
I'm not all sunshine and rainbows at the minute.
I feel absolutely crap.
I can't pretend I'm okay.
I've got breast cancer and I've just had a piece of my boob taken away.
And I am. I am.
I am terrified about what might happen to me
and how I might not be there for my boys.
For Graham.
And to top it off, my mum can't even accept it.
She says I'm worrying about nothing and that I'm fine.
That black women don't get cancer.
They must have got it wrong.
It's mad. So please, please, just...
Just don't tell me to think positive or stay strong or whatever.
Just please don't. Alright?
Because I can't have you saying that...
I can’t have you saying that.
I know.
I know. It's coming from a good place.
I know that.
But it just doesn't always help.
It doesn't always help.