Well, we got to the gynae ward at 07.00, having left home at 04.30.
I was the only woman there whose husband wasn't with her. That really upset me.
At 13.00 I got dressed and left. I still hadn't had my surgery and I was worried about getting back to feed the cats. I was also worried about the poor man who had driven me there.
I got to the car park and had an autistic meltdown, but the very kind doctor had followed me out and she persuaded me to come back.
So I went back, with a promise that I would be able to leave at about 6pm.
I had it done, and biopsies taken, and woke up with labour-like contractions.
At 6.30pm I asked if I could go, and they let me. I'll get the results in a couple of weeks.
Thank you for all your kind wishes. I'm still reeling because my husband knew what I was facing, and he didn't care, and he left me anyway.
I hope his cock falls off.