It's been six weeks since we said goodbye. Six weeks since my world changed. Six weeks since I lost part of myself.

I'm in the waiting room at Outpatients for my six week post D&C check up. Don't quite know what to expect. Wish DH were here with me. He's not, he's working.

I walked in through the hospital, deliberately choosing a different entrance to the one I used six weeks ago. But I still had to walk past the door to day surgery. I thought I was going ok. I almost cried just seeing that door.

I kept my eyes averted and didn't look at the emergency waiting area. But I know it's there.

And now I sit. And wait. In a black suit, just like that day, six weeks ago.

Off I go.