Thank you all you lovely people for your good wishes and advice in the run up to my fistula repair operation. I'm very encouraged to discover that most of us would choose wine over ironing and I did indulge yesterday. (Not too much, I didn't want to arrive on the ward with a hangover.) Today of course is the day of the pre-op lemon carbohydrate drink. Yummy.
I saw the Urology consultant on Monday and found out that I'll probably be in hospital for 5 days to one week and will be wearing the catheter for 5 weeks.
Tuesday was the pre-admission clinic. My notes arrived half way through so I had to tell the very nice doctor what I was coming in for, and what I had already had taken out. The very nice nurse then told me I was going to be admitted to ward "Y". I told her that I'd been informed it would be ward "X". She said no, patients were always admitted to ward "Y" before the op and went to ward "X" post op. She then went outside to check and came back to tell me I was right. "So you'll be admitted to ward "X" on Friday at 7a.m." I told her that I'd been informed it would be Thursday afternoon. She decided I probably knew more.
(To be fair, things in the past have always gone like clockwork. There is bound to be the odd hiccup once in a while.)
As my husband works at the same hospital, we are going to meet for lunch before we go to the ward. I'm feeling pretty relaxed, probably because it isn't cancer that's being treated, just a side effect of the cancer surgery.
All my love to all of you. I'll be back posting here in a week or so and hope to tell you it was all unexceptional and boring.
Mary aka Citrine xxxx