Yes, well…..I don’t mention often, but Dr D was the 9th medico I saw regarding the first lump/s. Today, we booked my 9th and hopefully last surgery.
That’s a monumental step.
I feel like I can start to breathe again.
Okay, I’ve had a glass of wine and am overly emotional, but my eyes are filled with tears and I am almost desperate for this surgery.
In Dr D’s own words ‘it’s only day surgery, we’ll go through the old scar’. Recovery? ‘about a week’.
He filled out the details, I signed the consent. Today is a big day.
Operation #9 is about six weeks away. We’ve joked often in the past four years about a glass of red. I’m allowing myself to enjoy one (& hey – I can taste it!!!), and in this virtual world I’m clinking glasses with a man who has saved and changed my life.
So fortunate……
#9 consent form – removal of portacath!
Encore Performances 
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