The next appointments arrived at the weekend – pre-assessment and then an admissions appointment for surgery. The latter under the care of Dr R, not the same consultant, and the procedures are not listed.
I looked up Dr R. He’s a gynaecological oncologist.
At least it’s only a few days to wait now. I called to confirm the admission appointment, a week after the pre-assessment.
I’m trying hard to not be anxious. I’ve told my boss what’s happening – I don’t know if I’ll be in work towards the end of the month! And I’ve told a colleague I’m working with – our youngest son’s were born within days of each other. His son was diagnosed with retinal cancer months later. We can talk. He did say to me you’re religious, that will be a great help. It is. He understood that it’s the waiting for now; the not knowing what, if anything, is wrong; the silence from every health professional – we agreed that they must be trained not to mention cancer unless they’re fairly certain. The first medical professional to say it with their son was when they sat in Great Ormond Street hospital!
So I’m hoping that next week they’ll be able to give some answers, let me know what will happen the week after, and what happens from there. I’ll let you know 🙂