Waiting to have the Tumour removed

Finally, I got a room early morning in the neurology ward.

After more tests, the neurologist came around mid-day to confirm I had a brain tumour. She explained it has been there a long time, but unsure how long. The tumour had been resting on the bone, and fluid had built up which had been putting pressure on the brain, hence the horrendous headaches. They were unable to confirm or deny if I was going to make it out okay, but said they needed to do a biopsy to find out what type of brain tumour they were dealing with. I was at the top of the emergency list the next day (Wednesday) to have the tumour removed and a biopsy completed.

 Later on that day, another consultant came around to explain the procedure again, along with the complications and that the results of the biopsy will take 1 week to be returned.

At about 11pm that day John returned from Israel and came in to see me and Sally and Jack went home for some sleep. He stayed for about an hour but I had been kept awake all day and was getting very tired and I eventually went to sleep.

 Wednesday came, and I rang my husband, John to ask him to bring in my Soo toy (small cuddly toy), which got my daughter through meningitis 20 years ago), for good luck. I was told he needed to be quick in case I went into the op. The toy actually proved to bring good luck, as if John didn’t bring the toy in I would have been waiting for the op all morning/ early afternoon on my own. At 11 O’clock mum and sally came in to visit, and John went home.

Just before mum and sally came in the nurse went through a few things about the op and she told me I was going to ITU after the operation.

My friend Emma was on her way in and luckily came in just at the right time- although my mum and daughter was there, I needed a friend I could talk to. After a little chat the nurses came in and off I went to the op at about 4pm. That was a long wait since  I had been woken up at about 6.00am and was expecting the operation to happen at about 9.00 or at least during the morning.

After a 4 hour operation I was taken to the recovery ward. My family phoned at 9.00pm to find out what was happening and were told I had been out of the operation for 1/2 an hour and to phone back later. Later they had trouble getting through to anyone but at 10.30 I phoned them to say I was ok and was allowed 1 visitor.
My daughter came to visit but because I was on the recovery ward and it was late it took some time for someone to let her in. 
We had tea and toast (very British) whilst putting the world to right. At 1.30 in the morning the nurse came in and told her to go home because I kept talking and wouldn't go to sleep while she was there.