Sitting on the floor of the local library I received 'the call' from Auckland Public Hospital. It's a good thing I was already on the floor.
I'm having brain surgery on Monday.
Yep this, Monday 24th January. Giving me only five days notice to get my head around it. (and my family's!!). Sunday afternoon I'm in for the pre-op tests (poking and prodding that's necessary). AND I'm first on the list for Monday's surgeries, which I think is probably a blessing for us all.
I've been bumped up the list due to some recent symptoms.
So here I am telling the world that I have a brain mass and it's now to be removed.
Yesterday I cried. Ran outside for air. Cried. More air. But I slept soundly.
Today I feel calm and almost ready. I'm really scared.........but a little relieved. I'm thinking, hoping, knowing that this is the end of my first leg of my current personal journey. Monday marks the start of the next. A mountain for me to conquer.
Mountains aren't necessarily a negative thing. They are an awesome feature of nature and it's very satisfying and rewarding to climb them. Oh and the view is normally pretty amazing from the top.
I have an excellent surgeon. One of the best. If I knew him better this is the letter I'd write to him today.
Dear Andrew Law,
I'm grateful to be meeting you again. I wish it wasn't necessary. I wish it was just for a coffee.
I hope you have a great weekend with your family and a very refreshing sleep on Sunday. (I'm not sure mine will be so).
Have a really good coffee on Monday morning. But only one, as I want those skilled hands as steady as possible.
I know you're in for a treat. I've got a pretty interesting brain in here. I realise my case is intriguing for you, but not too much partying on the operating theatre until I'm back together again please!!
I can't wait to shake your hand later that day. You're going to be great!