Mr. R's secretary rang me yesterday and I have an appointment for Friday morning. Hopefully I will get a date for my surgery.
I don't know why but the call filled me with dread. I suddenly had visions of his telling me that the cancer had spread to both kidneys and that there was now nothing he could do and that I had maybe six months. Even though I knew that that was utterly unreasonable the fear lasted all day. I suppose it's because I was so confident last time and had my hopes rudely shattered and now I think all the news is always going to be bad.
I also had an e-mail from nurse Fiona saying a single room may be a possibility at Wythenshawe so we'll have to discuss that on Friday, too.
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