Thursday 18th January 1990 Early morning waking 03.30
A harmless freckle? Thanks, Dad!
My melanoma has spread everywhere. There are big, black lumps all over my skin. My liver is full of it. I’ve got nodules in both lungs.
Dr Miller, my dermatologist, was kind but painfully honest. “I am afraid that there is nothing we can do for you, Dennis. You won’t live for more than a few weeks. We will try to keep you as comfortable as we can.
Mum hugged me and cried. Even Declan seemed upset. Dad was too ashamed to come to the hospital.