"I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're going and hook up with them later." ~ Mitch Hedberg

The down only lasted a couple of days, but what an utterly frightening experinced suddenly finding myself so, so depressed. But the fog cleared as quickly as it descended and I was all back to my good, new self! Very, very strange and seemingly not related to my cycle, though I find it hard to imagine it wasn't somehow hormonal as there was nothing else going on. Well, apart from the pre-biopsy apointment at the hospital on October 27th.

And whilst we're on the topic of biopsies, I had these on Thursday, November 6th. Everything went fine and it did include the Cone Biopsy to remove abnormal cells. I was hoping it wouldn't be necessary as the smear from October 1st came back clear (!), but apparently, false clear smears aren't unusual and a colposcopy is much more accurate. Makes you wonder, eh! If I'd just gone to my GP to have a smear, chances are nothing would've been found!

Anyways, I'm fine in myself as in I'm not in (much) pain nor am I bleeding. I am, however, feeling the full aftermath of the anaesthetics. I'm feeling extremely disjointed, cold, shivery, woozy and dazed. And today, with the added bonus of weepiness and a left-sided headache.

I won't know the result of the biopsy for another couple of weeks, but I am confident it is nothing more sinister than carcinoma-in-situ like it was 5 years ago and I'm certain that what was there is all gone now. In fact, I insist!

The staff at the hospital were absolutely wonderful. So lovely and caring and most importantly, excellent at keeping me informed! A completely different experience from last time. Halleluja for that, I says.

The lady I shared a room with at the hospital was there to have some abnormalities removed from her womb. In the process of removing these, the surgeon scraped through her womb. As she said, she'd no use for it anyways, but it was none-the-less rather painful! Her womb was so riddled with growths that it was impossible to remove these without taking the whole womb out, so she'd have to come back for that. Puts it into perspective, eh! The lady also happened to be the niece of the (deceased) people that we bought our house from. She's spent loads of time here as a child as well as in her adult life.

My husband is right – the world is tiny in Thy!

When we moved in, there was loads of the previous owners' stuff still here. Furniture and bedding and the like, but also quite a few private papers. Amongst these I found a paper clipping from a newspaper some 40 years ago. It told the tragic story of a little boy, aged three, who rode into the road on his trike and was hit by a car. He died instantly. It was this little boy's mother I shared the room with at the hospital.


Speaking of little boys, my little man is such a little character and growing more wonderful, funny, loving and charming by the day. The other day at nursery, the staff asked if he was full. "Noooooeoeoooe," he said, grinning with overbearance; "I'm ARTHUR!"