After five long weeks of waiting to find out if my liver resection was successful, I phoned the hospital to be told it was. What should’ve been a wonderful time was spoiled by the fact that the hospital had known for a week, and my appointment to discuss the results wasn’t for a further two weeks! I’ve calmed down now, but wanted to scream at them at the time. It turns out that there were three tumours, not the one that I was initially told. I don’t know how much of my liver had to be removed as I’ve got to wait for my telephone appointment in early November. I hope you all know that I am still incredibly grateful for my treatment, and our very stretched NHS.
You are a lovely lady. You’re quite right about my parents. My dad already thinks I’ve suffered enough. I think I’ll have to play it by ear when I see them. There’s not really much point upsetting t
m unnecessarily. I truly hope that you’re not kept waiting for answers regarding your situation.
