Well I was all set to go this morning. Got up at 5.30am and arrived at the hospital for my second operation - liver rfesection. Changed into my gown, dvt socks etc. Usual preparations made - usual visits from different medical professionals and then to wait ... and wait... and wait (6.5 hours to be precise). Operation cancelled as there had been an emergency.
Now I have no problem with prioritising need and I would never say that what happened wasn't right - it was. BUT I feel gutted as I'd psyched myself up for something that I wanted but didn't want if you know what I mean.
Back to the drawing board and playing the waiting game again.
I know it happens and I should accept it but the weeks are speeding by and I need to get on with my treatment if I am to beat this horrible disease.
There, I've said it - what a whinger!!
