All change!

Until 10.30am, I thought my exploratory surgery [excision biopsy - apologies to the squeamish] was 3 weeks' away, now it's on Monday. That will be my 10th procedure to establish what is going on. Would someone please, please change my hospital records: I am Miss or Ms f, not Mrs; every time you phone or ask for Mrs f, I look over my shoulder for my mum. And I clearly have no husband.

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I enjoyed the underground today. Nobody could reach me on the phone.

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Got disproportionate pleasure from sushi post-acupuncture [it kept me calm for about 75 mins] with Bangalore-bound Pj, for whose Delhi-born palate it was a whole new ball game. Travel safely, brave one.

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Mr G*man is home from the US - my local hero - we share the same breast surgeon. He has had more procedures than me & the rest of Ward 13 put together, yet his gardens and allotment still bloom and grow forever.

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Probably not such a good idea to have the boss round for tea today, is it? And if dear S~S phones [due off her plane tonight], I think I'll just cry.