It’s hard to write as I’m so hungry. Today it’s been liquids only to prepare for the big operation. Well I have been allowed to eat jelly and ice lollies. So like I said I’m starving.
I actually had one of the best meals of my life in hospital so I’m not too worried about the food.
But I’m scared about the surgery. I have a great team of people. The consultants and surgeons are brilliant and I feel very confident that they will take good care of me.
Operations are not without risk so what happens if something goes wrong?
You see last time there was a problem. As I came round from the op I could open my eyes but I felt dizzy. I could barely talk and it was hard to breathe.
The next day my bed was wheeled into the intensive care part of the ward. Even with an oxygen mask, I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. It was as if I was being smothered.
No one could work out what was wrong with me post-op. Over the next couple of days I got worse. Slowly I could feel my life slipping away.
Finally I was given a blood transfusion through the night and I started to get better. The next morning I was well enough to have breakfast. Toasted white bread never tasted so good.
There’s just hours to go before I have to be on the ward. The surgery will take place not long after I arrive.
I now can’t wait for my next hospital breakfast as it will mean that everything has gone well.