So yesterday was something called ‘Blue Monday’ – one of those made up days meant to depict the fact that it’s the middle of January, the New Year’s resolutions have been abandoned and life is generally crap.
A great day, then, to face not one but two of my fears – going to the hospital to get a mole checked out and getting my fillings done.
Who says the universe doesn’t have a sense of humour?
First up was the hospital appointment – which I’d not been dreading so much as completely ignoring.
A bit of background: when I was 18, I had a dodgy mole on the inside of my left calf, which turned out to be a malignant melanoma – one of the most serious types of skin cancer.
It was a very scary time. I was meant to be starting university but instead I was in hospital having a sizeable chunk of my leg removed while the word cancer was being thrown around.
I didn’t realise it at the time – my parents didn’t tell me – but the kind I had is fatal in about a third of cases.