She's in!

We went to the hospital this morning hoping that someone was on our side.

It felt right.
It was right.

After about an hour and a half of passing the time and sniggering about sexy surgical stockings, we found out that an intensive care bed was available.

Relief and anxiety are a strange mix.

My friend is in the middle of her operation as I write, has probably been under for 5 hours and is about half way through surgery.

Everyone was lovely.
The first step on the path to recovery.

*** UPDATE *** just been to see L. She was chatting away in intensive care and far sparkier than I was anticipating. Thank you very much for all your good wishes. They really make a difference.