Third hospital appointment. This time I’m seen on time. I’m also feeling a lot more cheerful. The consultant, poor lad, looks really happy and relieved. I tell him my choice. He’s happy with it. Since I’m looking and feeling better, he examines me again. My boobs are unlumpy since I’m post period and he assesses the lump at 2cm (he’d listed it as 3cm the week before). I know this can vary, but I decide to take this as good news.
I ask him the question about scarring and he looks slightly affronted and implies that it shouldn’t be necessary, given his surgical skills. This makes me smirk slightly. Bless him. An ego, so young! I also notice at this point that he’s very good looking. I notice that my noticing is a very good sign. I’m improving! He goes through the consent form with me. Fortunately, most of it is familiar from my time working at the Nuffield, so no more shocks there either.
Despite his ego about his stitching, I ask the nurse the same question after he’s gone and she assures me I can have anything I like corrected later.
Once we’re finished at the hospital, it’s a straight journey to the station. I’m off for a week in Brighton with I and S. Before the holiday starts however, my daughter and I are going to S’s for 2 days. I’m giving her my news there. It’s a dead weight.
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