Under pressure

As if waiting for the operation next week and the worry about the risks weren't enough, the operation's suddenly in doubt.

Out of the blue a week after fixing the date for the operation, the Big National Hospital have decided that he needs an MRI beforehand in case there's been any change in the tumour. This sent our pulses racing as this is exactly what we have been worrying about as we watch his hair grow back. And another thing, they said, unfortunately there aren't any free slots and
you'll be on a cancellation list. No MRI, no operation we inwardly screamed.

It's just so tiring dealing with work, the boy, the wife and my own worries about what will happen to him and all our futures. Me and the wife look pretty haggard. But you just have to keep taking it. What else are you going to do?