“Will I be in the geriatric ward?”
“I can arrange that for you. We do have somewhere we can put geriatrics”
This surgeon has my sense of humour!
We went to see the surgeon today, about my upcoming operation. She said that, having discussed it with the team that do the cancer ops yesterday, they are calling it a borderline cyst. They just don’t know at this stage. If I was a young woman they would only remove the cyst and ovary, but because of my age they think it wise, while in there, to remove everything. That way it will remove any possibility of future problems in that area. I’m happy with that idea. They will take a small amount of fatty tissue from the inside of the tummy and send it, along with everything else, to be thoroughly tested. It could take up to two weeks for the results and only then will I know if it was benign or not, or if it’s confined only to the cyst. That will be a long wait.
I still don’t have a date for the op yet, as the surgeon who will be performing it was in surgery today. They said they were very sorry not to be able to give it to me, but will phone it through to me tomorrow.
I feel less afraid of going into hospital now because I could see how thorough and truly caring they all are. It instilled confidence in me. I am very grateful that the hospitals here in Sheffield are amongst the best in the country.
I still wish it wasn’t all happening though.