It’s Lentigo Maligna. That’s what Julia said. She also told me today is Melanoma Monday so I’ll probably be hearing about cancer a lot today. I write the words down but they’re barely legible. Cancer. That makes me cry right now and I don’t even know what it really means.

I sit in the conference room where I’ve taken the phone call and cry some more, hoping my colleagues won’t turn around and ask what’s wrong. I wonder who to talk to. Should I call my husband? I don’t want him worrying all day at work.

When I get home, i hand the piece of paper to my husband. He has no clue what to say and so tries his best with a little humour. “Are you telling me we have to plan a funeral now?” That joke bombed.

We don’t talk the rest of the evening. I can’t or I’ll cry.