So my doctor called me this morning at breakfast to tell me what it was they removed from my face.

Cancer (I can’t remember what she called it, it’s NOT melanoma, but a non-aggressive type of skin cancer and they’ve removed it all).

I know this is good news. I know I should be happy. I know.
But I’m sad. Sad because this will happen again.

And again.

And again.

I’m done with this, but it’ll never be done with me.

Anyhow, hubs and I are going to Gothenburg tomorrow. A night at a hotel and then Gothenburg Book Fair on Sunday. That I’m happy about.