Coming out.

The day before yesterday, with my
husband at work, I got dressed, picked up a set of keys and left the flat,
shutting the door behind me. Y’know, that thing – that ordinary, mundane thing
– that you do every day. Boring, innit? It says a lot about who I’ve become
since my secondary diagnosis, then, that this most uninteresting of everyday
occurrences was one of the most exciting things to happen