Rang Jimmy's (St Jame's Infirmary, Leeds) yesterday and spoke to my (future) surgeon's secretary to see if there's any news of my impending SNB, WLE. Pleased to say I'm in the system, and will hopefully get a date by the end of this week. I do occasionally wonder if the passage of time increases the risk, but mostly I'm fine, except I'd like to get this next thing done and dusted. The only thing I can compare it with is standing on the end of a platform waiting for a late train with no indication of when it might turn up.
In general though, I seem to have adjusted to/ accepted my new state. Nothing I can do about it, so no point doing anything except get on with life. Maybe I am appreciating things a bit more than I was, though. The nice day, the pint of beer, even a day at work - and the jolly chat I had with my dentist today :0). And of course my excellent partner, and our brilliant cats!
