In 6 hours' time, it'll be over. Unless there's a delay. Friday afternoon is such a bad time for a clinic as you have all week and then all morning to worry about it! I'm feeling both incredibly stressed and strangely calm. It's strange really, how the calmness descends when there's nothing you can do about it. Fight or flight mechanism in action?
Thought for this morning? My mind goes back to the surgeon giving me the news that it might be a good idea to have radiotherapy. "You'll have to come back for five years, " she said. "If we'd caught it sooner, I could have discharged you today."
Has anyone ever apologised? I think that's what makes me so angry. Not one word of regret from anyone, even though the "mistake" has been admitted.
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