Hi, thanks for asking. I seem to be in a daze since all this happened.
The op went ahead as planned on the 13th, an open radical prostectomy(?), the surgeon kindly offered to ring me when surgery was finished. I was at a funeral and for two hours at the wake I held my phone in my hand - no call. Said goodbye to everyone and got in to my daughter's car to discover a missed call from him when he said he had removed the prostate and hoped to have a catch up call with me later. Unfortunately I haven't had another call so until we meet with the consultant in a few weeks time we are none the wiser.
My husband is doing extremely well although I know the catheter is getting on his nerves and he hasn't actually left the house since he came home a week ago. He was in robust good health before the op, cancer not withstanding, and he has a positive outlook. I feel less positive about the future and I have to hide it. The tears are still locked in but I do want to sleep an awful lot, I suppose when I'm asleep I am not thinking about the big C.
Hope you have a lovely Christmas.
Best wishes