Timing is everything … or nothing?

Today I got home from the office to find a thick envelope waiting for me in my study. It turns out to be from the local health authority, telling me that arrangements have been made to admit me to hospital for my surgery.

Which is jolly good.

Unfortunately, I’m instructed to attend the hospital at 11am on Thursday the 19th of March. Which is several hours before my final radiotherapy session (in a different hospital!), and a day earlier than when I was last told I would be admitted.

Hopefully it’s just a simple SNAFU that will be easily fixed with a couple of phone calls tomorrow. But I could do without it at this point in time.