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“why are you trying to be brave?”
The question that unravelled me. Like watching all the stitches you’ve neatly made come undone, unfolding to the ground.
Nothing and yet something.
I think about that look, that instant I knew something wasn’t right.
I think about whether they’ve got this early enough.
I think, I know I’m ready for a fight… but I need to know the arena, I need to know the opposition. I think the days are taking double the time they should to get me to that information. I think the nights are worse. Tell me what I’m fighting. I’m ready to fight. JUST TELL ME WHAT I’M FIGHTING AND GET ME IN THERE.
I think waiting with this news is like being dropped in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night with no map.
I think about my hair. Will I lose my hair? I think about how ungrateful I’ve been about it. I take it back. I take it all back.
I think about whether I will get that tattoo now.
I think about all the CV’s I sent over the last month and how “sorry, I got cancer” might not be a great opener at interviews.
I think about how I hope this is the primary. They don’t know if it is yet. I think about how little I know about what that even means.
I think about turning up and them saying “we got it wrong” and I savour those seconds when I believe that.
I think about that child, that beautiful child I tuck into bed each night. It comes back to that every time, every round of thinking.
I think about trying not to think.
I think about that question, the one the consultant asked “why are you trying to be brave?”
…and I think because you don’t know me yet, you don’t know that I am strong and I AM brave and I say it over and over again.
I’m not trying, I am strong and I am brave and you’ve got nothing to tell me that will break me so don’t ask stupid questions.