17th April

Hubby has gone to work as usual; I am in my pjs as normal (on school holiday - not usually sitting around like this). Although I know the meeting is not taking place until this afternoon, I am sat at the computer with both the house phone and my mobile at the side to make sure I don't miss a call either from hubby or the hospital. After reading through all the information that I have spent an eternity reading (well since Wednesday night) I started to write this diary. Despite having a stack of school work to do; loads and loads of planning, I am not in the mood but needed to do something constructive that didn't require getting dressed on my last day off.

I phoned hubby to see if he has heard anything, but no. The time is going more and more slowly and I keep checking the phone to make sure that the line hasn't gone down or anything just like I used to when I was a lot lot younger and waiting for the latest love of my live to ring.

With still no call at 4.30pm (I have usually have dropped the kids off with the in laws by now so I can nip the pub with hubby, but I daren't leave the phones) I called the number that the nurse specialist gave me - no answer so left a message, at least I know that the phone is working.

The phone finally rang - at the meeting it was decided that the best course of action is to remove the testicle. He is to go to a ward on Tuesday morning at 7.30am and it should just be a day procedure. Following the operation and the pathology the case will be discussed again at the next meeting and if there is any follow up treatment needed it will be decided what at that meeting.

If we want, there is a drop in clinic on Monday morning where we can meet with the medical staff to ask questions etc, but I did say to the nurse that as he was a man I doubted that he would want to go, but she did say that I could attend if I wanted. She also said that we can call her anytime and leave a message if we have a question and she will get back to us. I am so grateful that we finally have something to aim for rather than just waiting for the phone to ring - once again things are more controllable.

Sent several text messages out informing people, its a good job that I have loads of text messages on my price plan or this would be adding to the car park costs. Everyone seems to be glad that we have hears, but I am getting more and more questions - what else did they say, has he got to have further treatment, what happens next, whats his shoe size. So I send general messages to several people giving the broad details and hopefully this will save me from texting finger syndrome.

Hubby feels happy (I know that this is completely the most inappropriate word to use but can't think of any other way to describe it) that things are happening and he has settled into an evening of keeping the kids occupied - thank god as I have had that job for the last 2 weeks of the school holidays.

He has lots of work on and is hoping that he will only have to be off work for a week at the most - time will tell