Thank goodness for S1 Biology. I’m prompted to write this as I was told that I didn’t put enough information in my earlier, rather too oblique post, so I thought I’d fill in some of the gaps. Read on if you dare. S1 Biology fortunately made telling the boys what’s going on a lot easier than it might have been. During GP2’s (boy, 12 yo remember) cross examination of me last week, we had this exchange:
“So you’re having a hysterectomy, then?”
@@$*? That’s my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline. I wouldn’t have guessed he even knew the word, let alone what it meant.
“Well yes. How d’you know that?”
“Oh we did it in Biology last year.”
“So does that mean you’ve got cancer?”
@@$*? My eyebrows retracing their earlier trajectory.
“Probably not. But I might have – they can’t tell until after the operation.”
Sigh. “I guess that means we’ll have to miss badminton for another 6 weeks.”
So there you go. Mum + Ovarian cyst, enormous = hysterectomy, total – badminton.
In fact they probably won’t have to miss quite so much badminton this time around.
I’m doing a lot of positive thinking and looking forward to 2008!
In the meantime, I’m signing off for the foreseeable future and will be an invalid again by this time tomorrow. And if anyone fancies coffee over the next few days, – well maybe chat rather than coffee – do call into the Simpsons. I’m sure if you ask for guineapigmum they’ll point you in the right direction.