The Dancefloor Breakdown I Didn’t See Coming

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June 20, 2025•2 min read

Friday, 20th June 2025

This post is slightly out of position in regards to the timeline - I had forgotten it happened before the hospital appointment.

Tonight we went to a wedding reception of one of Mark’s bootcamp friends. I didn’t know anyone that was going apart from Mark and after a really long and busy week I really wasn’t feeling up to it. 

We got there and all was fine, no-one knew me so there was no need for me to think or talk about my diagnosis, however I was tired and emotional and not feeling at my best. 

These kinds of situations don’t normally bother me, I’m quite a sociable person and will usually make conversation with anyone. 

It’s a silly thing but I hadn’t really prepared what I was going to wear until just before we went out and it had ended up being a really hot evening - I threw on a jumpsuit that I’d worn to a wedding reception a few years before - not really thinking that the wedding had been a November wedding and this was a June wedding.

Anyway I arrived and felt completely uncomfortable in what I had chosen - It was predominantly black with some bright coloured dots on. Everyone was wearing pastel colours and looking really summery. 

Add this to my apprehension of the evening and it was not a good mix.

I had a glass of white wine spritzer and when the time came to watch the bride and groom take their first dance, Mark and I stood to the side of the dance floor and watched. They had a live singer and saxophonist and they danced to John Legend’s All of You, which is one of my favourites.

After we had all been invited to join them on the dance floor and the slow songs had finished we stood back at the side again and I became overcome with emotion all of a sudden and had to rush to the toilet to cry. 

It was so bizarre and unexpected, I didn’t really know what to do with myself. 

I took a few minutes to myself and then when I had managed to pull myself back together I came back out and spent the rest of the evening making small talk with the other partners that didn’t know anyone else.

The moment had passed and I felt fine again. 

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I’m Emma Lovelock - mum, partner, Pilates teacher, business owner… and now, for the second time in my life, a woman navigating breast cancer. This blog is my way of making sense of it all - from the first lump to whatever comes next. It’s honest, occasionally sweary, often emotional, and sometimes funny (because if you can’t laugh at your boobs, what can you laugh at?). Whether you’re here for solidarity, support, or sheer curiosity, thank you for walking this road with me.

Emma Lovelock

I’m Emma Lovelock - mum, partner, Pilates teacher, business owner… and now, for the second time in my life, a woman navigating breast cancer. This blog is my way of making sense of it all - from the first lump to whatever comes next. It’s honest, occasionally sweary, often emotional, and sometimes funny (because if you can’t laugh at your boobs, what can you laugh at?). Whether you’re here for solidarity, support, or sheer curiosity, thank you for walking this road with me.

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