My hubby came home this afternoon having had a phone call from the hospital to say my operation has had to be postponed again, owing to a family crisis that my surgeon is having to deal with. I know none of this is anybody’s fault, but I’m not sure how much more of this I can take… They don’t seem to realise how one psychs oneself up for major surgery, and to be let down right at the last minute is bad enough, but then to have it happen again is the absolute limit.
This is totally doing my head in.
There are practical considerations as well. I now have no date – again… I cannot plan the laundry, shopping, organising meals, etc. Twice now, I have got everything ready, and it’s all for nothing.
I am seriously wondering if this is ever going to happen, or whether it’s all some awful nightmare and I’m going to wake up. It’s got to happen soon, though, because there’s a limit how long they can leave the cancer.
Slight pause…. just had one of my best friends from school on the line and we’ve had such a nice chat, and she has cheered me up no end. Nothing for it now but to take it a day at a time, and hope that we’ll get a date soon!!!