I think I chose the wrong time of year to be diagnosed. Because the surgeon has been on holiday for two weeks, he has a backlog, and the list which I should have been on - 30th July is short of an anaesthetist. So the surgeons secretary (lovely and helpful, I have to say) says it might still be done then,but more likely on August 9th. But on the other hand the surgeon is trying to get some more lists, so it might be earlier.
It's now five weeks since I was diagnosed, and I must say that despite the hospital being reassuring, I don't like all this time that's passing.
But what can I do? Er. Nothing. Put on a happy face :0) Pizza for tea, with red wine, followed by summer pusdding and cream - that looks quite good. I can put another coat of paint on the new squirrel feeder I've made. Yup I'm not short of displacement activities ....
