It's Sunday evening and I'm all packed.
WHAT I PACKED:
My friend, Mr. Neil and I will be driving down to London and staying in a hotel for the night to avoid the stress of traffic for my surgery in the morning.
I'm still not nervous, though the children seem to be. And of course they hate being away from me, but I assure them that all will be well and we'll be back in a two days.
So, with tons of kisses and hugs from the tribe I'm off…
After getting settled in the hotel, we walk across the street to a lovely Peruvian restaurant. I'm allowed to eat until 7 AM tomorrow morning and the food is amazingly good.
Just before we left, a waiter approached me. He'd seen my cane and wanted to wish me luck tomorrow because he too had his sight saved at Moorfields Hospital. He went on to tell us how a few years ago he developed a tumor on his optic nerve and was blind and wheelchair bound for a year. I was so touched by him sharing his story that will now become part of mine.😢