4th time lucky

Hello everyone

Well, recovery from operation number 3 has been going great guns. I spent two nights in hospital, came home, and had top class care from my men - the little one and the big one :) plus more top class care from my top class mum.

Being in lockdown  hasn't made much difference to me - I'd have been at home recuperating anyway. I'm classed as 'vulnerable' and I'm not supposed to go out at all. Thank goodness for a garden! We won't talk about Joseph's views on lockdown...

This week, the results of the operation came in and we went to discuss them with the neurosurgeon. To cut a long story short, the post-op scan showed up another couple of dodgy bits that would be relatively easy to get out, and would leave a smaller 'field' for radiotherapy.

So. Back under the knife for operation number 4 next week (Wednesday). He (Mr surgeon) wants to get back in before too much healing happens.

I'm not sure how I feel about yet another operation, maybe because I feel a lot of things at the same time.
Good, let's get it done, better to get it out of the way now than have to do this again at some unknown point in the future. Good, as per last time, they wouldn't do it if they didn't think there was a chance of improving the situation.
Also, FFS, AGAIN?! We've got to go through all this awful upheaval and stress and worry AGAIN, so soon, just as we were starting to see light at the end of the most recent tunnel? Give us a break! It feels a bit like being in a boxing match, taking punch after punch after punch, before we've even got up again.

HOWEVER. We will never, ever give up. We can take it. We'll always get up again. Every single time. Because we've got each other, and all of you - the best support network of family and friends anyone could ever hope for. Thank you xxxxx