My husband left his medication at home, so I stopped by his office to bring it to him. But when I asked the receptionist to call him downstairs, she said, "Ma'am, your husband has been on leave for the past week."

He said: "Have you been here all this time?"

He was worried about me. Standing there, four months into it, having just come out of a room.

I have thought about those six words every day for eleven weeks.

We have been in it together since the eleventh of October.

All of it, properly. Appointments, numbers, the bad Thursday in the second week, the conversation about what happens if.

The way we should have been doing it since the eleventh of June.

I go on Thursdays now.

Every one of them since the first week of October. I have not missed one and I am not going to and that is the smallest possible thing to be able to say.

Dr Aduba shook my hand in a corridor and said she was glad to finally meet me.

Not one word of it had an edge on it, and she had every right to put one there, and I would not have blamed that woman for a second.

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