This year was the second time I'd seen Springsteen in Coventry and the first time I'd done the pit. Instead of queuing all night for a spot at the front, there is a system of getting a number, once you have a number you lose it if you don't turn up for roll call. Typically for a Friday show, numbers and there will be roll calls at 9am, 1pm & 9pm until the day of the show. It takes commitment and availability from work! I managed 7pm Thursday night and was pleased with my number.

Springsteen fans travel, some basically do the whole tour, I was exhausted after one pit queue experience but even if I never do it again, the experience was back breaking but amazing. I loved everyone I met in that queue, they were all socialists, they were all kind, and they were all funny. This girl is writing a book about why people queue. Today as I drove home I put the live version of the River on in the car. This album was me 'meeting' Springsteen, it was released about the time I could be home alone from school and have an hour to myself, when Roger Scott regaled me with his fandom. On the way home to meet my husband to go to the hospital for results, it was “Hungry Heart” that mopped up my tears, originally written for The Ramones. I was ok by the time I needed to go. 

Outcome was as outcome was expected. One lesion is cancer, of a different kind, there are so many different kinds of cancer. The other they don't know so there's an MRI biopsy which will determine if I need a mastectomy or a lumpectomy. It might bump surgery because of the time I need on the list, which would be a pain, but we get that result next Thursday at 5pm. I was ok once we'd seen the doctor, I liked her better this time, she also had some of my answers so she'd remembered my questions. Nurse also realised that I hadn't wanted to lose my whole identity and that I would still want to work around treatment. 

Chemo seems unavoidable, so I've contacted a salon about a wig and another about eyebrow tattooing. The first salon I rang didn't listen to me at all and were a bit sheepish about the C word, despite sensitivity blazing out from their website. In didn't listen I mean that I told the 'specialist' that I was having the tattoo before the cancer treatment (you can't have it during chemo so I want it in advance) and she told me to bring in a picture of me with eyebrows so she could tattoo them where they usually are – err did she think I’d shaved them off? A number of other not listening things happened and I didn't book. I may not say this when it happens, but am far more worried about the nausea and side effects of chemo than the hair loss. It is also really nice to have to do practical things, tasks I can manage, and a nice wig is a nice wig.