Easter weekend

No, a good night's sleep didn't help me to feel better! Not surprising really after general anaesthetic, three holes in my tum, heavy bruising and presumably the same on the inside. Gradually I'm feeling a bit less sore physically, and having the family here for the long weekend was lovely.  There was lots of eating, of course, and essential  Easter chocolate. Beth and Chrissie organised an elaborate treasure hunt masterminded by The God Bunny (never trust a wabbit). They all did all sorts of useful jobs, like cleaning my horribly neglected oven and extractor fan! They're all so cheerful, positive and helpful, though Phil and I did shed some tears together.

There's no denying, however, that I feel very low at the moment. I expect it's the anaesthetic effect. Also my heart lurched and I didn't take in much else when Mr Abbadi mentioned shadowing on the peritoneum as a dear 'history of art' friend Linda died of that last April.

I do so wish some sort of real action could occur. The 'taking things carefully' is not very appealing for someone who longs to have this tumour removed. Today we visited a cardiologist for a second opinion. Although he agreed with the basic premise that my heart can't take a big op, he was helpful as he explained objectively the possible options going forward. And we're hoping Mr Abbadi will tell us on Tuesday evening which option he and his team favours and why. And then we can see some action?