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Aled was sim“ lovely with us all and we had dozens of hugs and photos
At the pre-op appointment I was introduced to ‘Marcus’, one of Mr Varma’s registrars. He was carrying a very thick file – my notes, which I would love to have read. Like all the staff Marcus was lovely and embarrassed me by saying I had been a model patient and that he felt sorry for me with all I’d been through. I blushed. He said he would be very interested to see how Mr Varma would be doing the nipple reconstruction as not that many were done at the Infirmary. Marcus thought the crescent of skin to be used to model the nipple would be
taken from my inner thigh – or my vulva! Ouch! No one had mentioned that! It didn’t put me off though.
Westenra at The Derngate Theatre in Northampton. Hayley was No. 1 in the Classical charts and Aled was No. 2 – we were avid fans! On the off-chance I had written to the theatre manager asking if it would be possible to meet Aled backstage, explaining the coincidence of it being my birthday, telling him of our fundraising and myself having had breast cancer.
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The day after this assessment was my birthday and Mum had paid for ply tickets for her, Marilyn and myself to go and see Aled Jones and Hayley
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My request was granted!! All three of us were invited.
With Mum being blind we had secured the help of the St. John Ambulance members on duty to help her. Mum was having none of it! The show was absolutely magnificent and as soon as the curtain went
down, Mum was up – we had never seen her move so fast – no wheelchair for her – and she was grinning from ear to ear. Aled was simply lovely with us all and we had dozens of hugs and photos taken – with the pink mortar board that, as always, I just happened to have with me. Hayley also agreed to have photos with us and was fascinated by the hat. Needless to say Marilyn, Mum and I all had photos on our mantlepieces for a long time – our acclaim to fame!
The weekend before I went in for my nipple, Marilyn and I retreated to Whitby again for a couple of nights where I had the privilege of meeting an artist whose work was displayed in the large foyer of the hotel. She invited Marilyn and I to her husband’s studio. He painted seascapes, mostly of Whitby, and she specialised in silk paintings – roses being her passion. On the wall was a wonderful quote:
“If life’s mysterious timing can bring a rose to the fullness of beauty from the bare winter stem... think what you can
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