So operation date is looming, on 17th October, part of me thinks, yes lets crack on and do this, the other part of me is thinking, feel a bit sniffy today, throat a bit sore, but then I had a heavy night with hubby last night drinking two bottles of Champagne between us to make me feel better lol, hope I'm okay for op. Pre-op is 16th on CT scan day, it feels like it's been a lot of hospital visits and time off for hubby so less money coming in. The mortgage rate has gone up, and trying to print out ESA forms has been soooo frustrating I wanted to throw the PC out of the window.
Number one son has rang to tell me our granddaughter is in hospital with a rash that doesn't fade and a temp of 39.8, like it never rains it always pours.
Went for a walk with hubby to have lunch, which was really nice, we are both a bit distracted, having just started a new business which was supposed to run parrallel with what we do now but it needs lots of nuturing, I'm trying to work on updating the website and getting the advertising arranged, but can't feel the enthusiasm I had a few weeks ago, as it feels fruitless with me not being able to work and hubby doing it all.
It's 4 weeks since my first op and am pleased with how I've got back on my feet, now it's rewind and catheters and pain and this time I know once I'm on the road to healing then it's chemo. Sound sorry for myself, wish my Mum was here, but am also glad she hasn't got the worry. I asked if I would have Oestrogen for the next few years until I'm 50 as the research shows that by doing so the increased risk of dementia from losing my ovaries with bring me back to a negligable risk.
I was writing a new book, but can't seem to get on with that either, it's not like I'm having a moment, my mind just can't seem to focus.