enough with this waiting now!

Every morning, the FH brings me a coffee in bed. I may have mentioned this before. It's my treat. Every single day. Without fail. It's one of those things that is so delightful that I never wake up without thinking 'yay'! I think if I woke up and the coffee wasn't there I would think he'd died!

So. What? Ah yes. This morning was a little different. The FH was in a state of High Dudgeon. Unusual for him. Usually he is very calm. Turns out he was rather peeved [this is an understatement!]  because I STILL haven't had  a letter from Renninson to tell me when my pre-op appointment is, nor when my surgery is. Hmm. A husband who is stressed and worried is not a good thing. Action stations! I am not sure why, but since Tuesday I have been quite chilled about the 'Situation'.

Actually, I have been strangely calm. I am not sure if this is a good thing or not. I feel almost disassociated. At first I was shocked, upset and afraid. Oh – I was also quite furious at the thought of having to go through chemo blah de blah again. I think it took me 3 weeks to get my head around it. Christmas was a blur. But this week I came 'back'.  Odd. But there you go. Nothing much odder than a cancery type I think – well, apart from Ugli Fruit.

so, this afternoon I rang my Clinical Nurse, Gail [she works for my surgeon, Mr Renninson] about the surgery and pre-operative appointment.

First, the GREAT NEWS is that they found NO other strange things on the MRI scan I had last week. The MRI scan is a lot more detailed than the CT scan I had in December, and I was a little worried that they might find ‘something’ somewhere else. Lungs, liver...whatever - you can imagine. But we are still with just that one little thing. So that is excellent!! woop woop!

Second, I will have the majority of the pre-op appointment by phone, done by a triage nurse. So I don’t have to go into the hospital for that. Also excellent.

Lastly, the surgery is scheduled for the 1^st February. Which is only 2 weeks away. It could be delayed, but at least I am in the system. All good news so far. The FH is looking far more chipper, and that works for me.

I know I am a bit weird right now [my communication skills appear to have disappeared], but I am quite cheerful, pretty positive and hoping for scar tissue. Sorry – no amusing picture.