(56) ...End of chapter one!

Operation accomplished!!

W was wheeled down to theatre at 10.50am. Mr Yelland had been in to put arrows and lines on his chest just after 8am.
Had tried my best to keep it together, had a little cry when W asked how I was in the hotel just before we left, felt awful as W is very sensitive to my feelings. Completely lost it when he was wheeled out, I just stared through the window fighting back my tears, the nurse reassured W that it was perfectly natural that I would be upset.
We were told he would be back at 1pm. 2 hours to kill, we headed into Brighton and popped in and out of shops, not a clue which ones as I was on automatic pilot. S was brill she just diverted the whole situation. S then bought Will a Dinosaur 'onesie' from Primark!
At the back of mind I was selfishly hoping he had decided against it, expecting a text to collect him... Also at the back of my mind I new he was going through with it and I know its the right thing.

Received loads of text messages from family and friends throughout the day and night, my support network is amazing. Had received a lovely card from my close friend Trish, 'thinking about you'.

Returned to the hospital at 1pm, no W. A nurse came in and said he would be about 20mins, at 1.45pm he was wheeled back in. Awake but totally out of it.

W was coming around quite well, high on painkillers and morphine. Teatime arrived,  S and I went to the pub over the road for a quick meal, whilst we left W to have a meal. Returned and W had been very sick, not manged to eat a thing.
W had not yet been to the loo, I called a nurse to help him out of bed. His back was covered in blood from the operation, I cleaned him up whilst they sorted his bed. W was once again sick.

We left him at around 9pm and returned to the hotel, a very long day.
Once back in the room I spoke with my sister's, was good to be able to cry and not feel guilty.

It's been a roller coaster these last few days. Arrived home late Friday evening. W very uncomfortable on two types of painkillers. The worst part is the binding he is wrapped in, it restricts his breathing to a point. Very limited to what he can do, simple things like opening the fridge door and reaching into the cupboard for items, I think he's enjoying the 'being waited on' bit, wont be for much longer.
Had a few visitors yesterday and a couple of get well cards. My younger sis gave him a card and explained she wasn't sure if it should be a 'congratulations' one or 'get well', she opted for the get well soon.

Back to work tomorrow, feel like I need a few days off to get my head around all of this and to help W, no worries my neighbour has said she will be about if he needs anything.

Staples and stitches out week Monday, hope it's the result he wanted...
One hell of a lot of money to get this far.