Tomorrow is my second biopsy. We found out yesterday, filled out the paperwork today, and need to be at the hospital by 8.30am tomorrow.
I didn’t expect to be here again. I do know what to expect. From the surgery and the recovery. But am I ready? It’s not the same thing.
I’ll be in overnight and home on Sunday. For the first few days, it will be sleep, antibiotics, pain meds, more sleep. The general anaesthetic and panadeine forte knock me about a bit. It hurt to talk for a few days last time.
In all this sudden activity, I know I haven’t replied to all your emails. I will. I’ve had a few things on, ya know? Don’t think I don’t love hearing from you. And please don’t think you need to say something profound. I know it’s hard to know what to say. I totally get it. Normal is good. Chit chat is good.
There have been a few lovely food deliveries this week. Thank you. I feel very cared for.
If I’m up to it, I’ll be online here Saturday night or Sunday morning for a quick hello. I’ll have to tell you about the facilities in my hospital room sometime, quite incredible. Darren might be on as well to say a few words.