Going to theatre for the lumpectomy.
A week after I had been diagnosed with breast cancer, I was booked for a lumpectomy and a sentinel node biopsy. Early Monday morning, Basil and I drove to Christiaan Barnard Hospital where I was going to have my surgery. When we arrived at the Admissions Desk at about 6:05, there were already many folk waiting to be admitted. The decor and the coffee aroma created a pleasant ambience for the stressed occupants of this area, except of course, for my dearest hubby. We left our home later than I had anticipated and Basil had to cut his morning routine short. This freshly-ground coffee aroma in the Admissions area wreaked havoc and forced Basil to flee down the corridor. Fortunately Levona, my sister and Trevor, my only brother, arrived to fill this gap with light conversation and jokes. Trevor had obviously worked hard on his repertoire of jokes because I was chuckling away most of the time. Soon after a visibly lighter, relieved Basil joined ...