I'm sorry.
I'm a bit of a mess.
I've been staring at this dressing for a week.
Knowing that...
Knowing that I’ll have to face up to what's under there.
And I thought I was prepared.
But I'm sorry.
I feel a bit sick.
Graham was with me
because I couldn't do it alone.
It looks so...
Oh, sorry.
I just keep bursting into tears every five seconds.
I took photos before the op, because I wanted to see what...
what it looked like and then how it's changed.
[SOBS]
The scar is so much bigger than I thought it would be.
[SOBS]
And there’s a dent.
There’s this weird, lumpy dent.
It looks like
it's like my my boob's been deflated.
Like some old balloon.
[SOBS]
Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I keep thinking about that night before the op when I went swimming,
you know, and I...
I don't think I'll ever want to swim again.
And I don't think I can show you.
I want to, but I just don’t want to upset you.
Anyway,
the boys will be back from the park in a sec, so I’d just better make myself
look like I haven't been crying in a heap in the bedroom floor
for the past hour.