My operation’s now 2 weeks tomorrow and just 15 days away. I’m counting and beginning to feel the strain of what is about to happen.
As I mentioned before, because the first operation failed, the surgeon will have to cut and remove a small section of tendon from my inner wrist. Apparently we have a ‘spare’ tendon called Palmaris longus which isn’t actually present in about 14% of people. I’d rather keep mine and needs must but I’m feeling quite afraid about having this done – I suppose we naturally feel quite protective of that area and the thought of my wrist being cut fills me with dread and fear. I have to go ahead and hope the scars aren’t too bad. I’ve been assured they aren’t very big or wide. If I’m really honest I feel a bit tearful when I allow myself to think about it and can’t imagine what it will feel like when I wake up from the anaesthetic.
On a brighter note I’ve found out about surfing lessons at a school in Cornwall. All being well, I’ll have lessons at the start of September. I have to try and look forward to that point and try not to focus on what feels like a long, dark tunnel that I’m headed for.