Nickie Murtagh, 34, New Malden
Combing my hair into a side parting, I noticed it.
A small bald patch halfway towards the back of my head, the size of my little fingernail.
It was February 2016, I was getting ready for a night out.
‘It doesn’t look too bad, does it?’ I asked my husband Liam, then 32.
‘Barely noticeable,’ he replied, kissing my head.
Probably stress, I thought, blaming my three kids for running me ragged.
Only, over the next few months, the bald patch grew. It was raised, too.
By September, there was a lump the size of a one-pence piece.
Worried, I booked a GP appointment.
‘It’s just a cyst,’ he said.
Harmless.
It wasn’t a cyst, it was a mole. I had skin cancer But over…
