As I was getting ready to head to the hospital, the song in my head was ‘Stormy Weather’.  It’s been pouring rain all night and there was no sign of it letting up.  (We had torrential rain around the time of my double mastectomies and it’s been dreary weather each time I’ve gone in for surgery!)

As I changed into the paper undies, the head nurse popped her head through the curtain to tell me there was going to be a delay.  Actually – the surgery might not happen today, as some of the theatre’s have flooded – including the one I was due to go into.

I was thirsty, hungry, psyched up to go in and just wanted it done!

She calmy told me they’re trying to shuffle things around so it could go ahead and they’re trying to track Dr D down to see what he wants to do.  I told her, to tell him to ‘bring some gumboots’.  Glad they both have a sense of humour.

Anyway, I sat tight in my sexy underwear, backless gown, shower cap and compression stockings.  Eventually, the thumbs up came.  I was pretty relieved to see Dr D on the other side of those big doors.

And no, he wasn’t wearing his wellies!