Clara was in the area. She'd spent the afternoon at a mall next to the hospital waiting for my surgery to finish. She'd worked at the hospital so she knew some people and had asked them to tell her how I was doing. I told her I was out and gave her my room number. She came to see me, sorted out my cables so things would be simpler — for my phone, for the bed remote. She gave me some peppermint on a cotton pad to avoid nausea. We'd bought it together the evening before specifically for that — but at that moment, I didn't remember. I tried to show I was doing fine. I was in automatic mode. I didn't want my close ones to worry.

I asked her for water. She told me I shouldn't drink too much at once. Nadia was also at the hospital to see me with Sophie. When she arrived, Clara left.

Clara, when she was with me, had received a message from a friend who was worried about his health. He'd sent her blood test results because Clara is a nurse. I remember she said to me 'That's what it means to get old, doesn't it? Worrying all the time.' She wasn't doing great because the father of her friend had just died of an illness and her friend was afraid of having that from the blood test. I didn't know what to say. I'd just had a cancer operation at 32. So yes, I was going to worry even more until the end of my days.

Nadia and Sophie told me about their day. It had been hot. They'd done kayaking on the Marne, I think. They were in shorts. Nadia had enormous energy. I hadn't managed to match my energy with hers. I felt isolated. But it was nice to have them and to hear what they'd done. Sophie came close to look at IV — placed on my right hand. She asked what it was. I told her not to look. I scared her. That wasn't my intention. I hadn't wanted her to see the blood or anything else. She quickly stepped back. They brought me some Coca Cola and sushis. I wasn't very hungry but I knew I'd eat well afterwards. They left.

I put the cartoons on. The nurse came by and told me that if I wanted to get out of bed I couldn't do it alone — I had to call a nurse. I also had to do a wee before 1am to evacuate the anaesthetic. Otherwise they'd have to force my wee by putting in a catheter. I tried to drink as much as possible to avoid the catheter.

I heard some baby cries.

I think they gave me dinner that evening. I don't remember it anymore. I fell asleep. I was exhausted. I made myself wake up for a door opening. It was Dr. Martin. It was midnight. She passed by to tell me everything had gone well — that she'd removed both sentinel lymph nodes. She said there were only two which sounded like it was a good thing. All I had to do was rest. I thanked her for coming.