Molly is definitely in action, coddling as hard as she can.
Surgeon told me in recovery that the nodes were clear, so I’m very relieved.
What a busy day though! Arrive at hospital for 7.30, answer the same set of questions I’ve already answered 5 times. Anaesthetist popped in to say hello and introduce herself. Then the consultant’s registrar, (who has just had news that he’s the new consultant at Eastbourne so a very qualified registrar!) came in, had a feel and drew an arrow pointing to the relevant boob. First of many scribbles on my chest. Not complaining about that though, it’s reassuring that they make sure at every stage that they’ve got the right person with the questions and the correct boob!
Then a forced march to the other side of the hospital at 9am to nuclear meds, with another lady who was having the same thing with the same surgeon. The nuclear meds dept did the injections which I was expecting to hurt much more than they did - slightly more uncomfortable than fine needle aspiration for cysts but quicker, and still not as bad as a wasp sting even though the lady who did it said the one under the areola might be painful. Unpleasant, but not what I’d call “painful”.
Then to x-ray for ultrasound to locate the tumour and yet more drawing. Not very artistic at all, they should give these people art classes! 
Back to the ward, and due to distinct lack of sleep the previous night a snooze was in order. I’d brought in my new Kindle, and had also put some music on it, so I plugged myself in and listened to “chilling” music. For those who haven’t had their surgery yet, I can highly recommend bringing in some calm noises, to cut out the hubbub around you and help zone out a bit.
Back to nuclear meds at 12 for the lymph node scan. It does get a bit close to your face, but turning your head sideways helps with any feelings of claustrophobia you might have. Yet more scribblings, by this time my left boob looks like they’ve been playing noughts and crosses on it!
Then back to the ward. I was 5th on the list so wasn’t taken down until after 3, and the porter (or whoever he was) who came to get me most definitely wins the prize for insensitive remarks. “Right then”, he says, “let’s carry on with all this fun you’ve been having.” I nearly blew my top! “THIS is NOT fun, and that remark was NOT FUNNY!!!” By that time in the afternoon I was in a real state anyway, I certainly didn’t need some berk to make light-hearted jokes about me having cancer! (Yes, I did complain, as I was very upset by that, and I was having enough of a hard time keeping myself together. Actually I don’t think I managed it very well at all.)
Down to loiter waiting to go into theatre, and I was browsing through my notes that they left on the bed, and got told I wasn’t allowed to do so! I carried on anyway - after all they are notes about ME, ffs! As it happens I was only reading about the births of my children, and was reminded of the experiences by reading the notes.
3:50, finally knocked out.
Woke up around 5.30 in great pain. I was surprised they hadn’t dosed me up with painkillers before I woke up, but it was really horrible. Soon fixed with anti-emetic and morphine and god only knows what, but it was not nice.
Back to the ward, but as I’d gone down so late in the day I really wasn’t ready to come home. My daughter had brought me in a sandwich and made me a couple of cups of tea (heaven!) so I finally had something to eat, though I was also on a drip as I was a bit dehydrated. I was trying to persuade them to let me out, but when I sat up to answer yet more questions I went really really green and felt very faint, so we decided an overnight stay would be best. So OH and my daughter left me, and OH came back to get me this morning. Just as well I did stay in really, as I had the same thing this morning so had to have another anti-sickness jab, and also felt a bit dizzy and faint so stayed lying down while waiting. Hardly surprising really, my BP’s through the floor (94 over 57) and I didn’t want to risk fainting.
We took a detour on the way home via M&S to get a good firm sports bra, and feel much more comfortable having everything firmly held in place. I had waited until afterwards as the M&S ones that I liked go on over your head, so I wanted to wait and see what my arm mobility would be. Also popped into Costa for a NICE cup of coffee (bless the nurse, she was lovely but makes a disgusting cup of tea!) and then to bed. Spent the morning snoozing, and will be rolling over shortly to do more of the same. He’s been really good - quietly letting me get on with it and cooked me lunch and made me drinks. JUST what I needed.
Thank you everyone for your kind thoughts, this is such a supportive environment to fall apart in!
Hugs (very gentle ones) to everyone.