Fast forward a good few months and my appt came around to go see the
consultant at the hospital. My little man insisted on going dressed as
Spiderman, the consultant greeted him as Spiderman and made a fuss of
him. I instantly liked him!
Dr M the consultant put me straight at ease, he had a beaming smile and
was welcoming, he had a peek at my neck, and asked permission for a
student to have a look too.They both agreed that it was a big 'un :) I
wasnt worried, but the doc advised that he remove the lump anyway.
Having been told twice now that it wasnt cancer I could have just said
naaah leave it. I didnt, I smiled (genuinely) and said okey dokey, I was
waiting for another operation for something else at this point and said
maybe they could do both ops at once.... no chance.. LOL. Nevermind, by
this point I was quite enjoying the anaesthetics. Dr M said goodbye to
spiderman.
I remember thinking that Dr M looked like someone who should run an
italian restaurant and say 'Forget abaaart it'. We were in and out of
the hosp in 15 mins that day. Much to the disgust of the other people in
the waiting room...
