What a day!

Two days away from the one of the biggest days in the year for the Master and Miss and I have been on edge, a touchy grumpy, preoccupied and nauseous.

My Dad has prostate cancer and had an operation today to get it removed. 

Thankfully part of the worry is over. 

It's early days to be fair but for me personally I think knowing what Dad is like and worrying about him worrying about the op has been dreadful. 

Then of course there was the actual operation.  Sorry to say but Dad's not a spring chicken (although 67 is the new 57) so there is always going to be a big recovery.....lucky my Mum has such a good bed side manner........

Anyway after getting through today it's onwards and upwards.  I'm looking forward to seeing Dad.....just to make sure he's not giving the nurses a hard time, that he's doing what he's told and well that he's okay and that I love him!  Someone stop me before I start getting all sloppy.

So anyhow this post is for my Dad.  May your recovery be swift and you ready for the next water pistol fight.

 

 xx Love you lots xx