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team but would sort out a revised date. There was nothing anyone “ could do.
Jen came from Lincolnshire and had to take a train back, her husband picking her up at Skegness. We exchanged phone numbers saying we would speak again before the second attempt pencilled in for March 4th – her op. being on the 5th. Jen had joked saying I’d been spared the possibility of passing out, to which Mr Varma replied: “She won’t, she’ll be alright, I’ll look after her.”
We both got home safely (there had been no snow in Lincolnshire!) and the next time I spoke with Jen she sounded upset – her operation date had been moved to the end of March. Selfishly I was concerned because our Walk was scheduled for two days following the revised date and I knew I was going to be so, so busy but the Crazy Hats Team rallied round and worked even harder to allow me this opportunity.
March 26th 2009
Jen and I had spoken several times since we met and I rang her the night before she was due in theatre. For different reasons we were still very excited and it was lovely to see her again, proudly sitting up in bed, marked up, stockings on and ready to go – she had been to have photos taken too and Margaret and Jenny were on duty who both thought it marvellous, for us both, that Mr Varma had allowed me to observe him at work.
This time it was for real.
the Crazy Hats
Team rallied
round and
worked even
harder to
allow me this
opportunity. ”
(I had steered away from telling Jen
too much about my reconstruction
as I certainly did not want her to
have doubts or worries. All the
conversations we had were, quite
rightly, focused on her and when I
did have to comment about mine I
kept information to a minimum and
had to tell a little white lie when she asked if mine went to plan.)
A porter arrived and off we went to together to Theatre Reception to meet Jackie where we went separate ways – we shared another reassuring hug and I said I’d be with her all the way. I was then shown into the Theatre’s changing area where I was given my ‘blues’ to wear and a pair of bright yellow ‘crocs’ and the compulsory Theatre hat. I loved it and felt and looked the part. I took a note book in with me to make notes but the only words I wrote were: “The Morning of the Op...” – no more.
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