What is it about going to a private hospital that makes you buy and pack your best bits and bobs as though you're going to a 5 star hotel?
Or maybe it's just me!
I'm going in tomorrow, wurhoo! And I can't wait for the peanut sized tumor to be taken out, analysed and then I don't care what they do to it; burn it, feed it to crocodiles, I don't care, just delete its existence!
Although, having this tumor has opened my eyes to a whole bunch of things; I have LOADS of amazing friends. And I have LOADS of amazing people in my life who I hardly know but have come forward to show their support. I've recieved letters, emails, texts, calls and gifts from a whole bunch of people and I feel really special, I know that might sound a bit sad, and childish, but I do. Plus there's lots of people running Race for Life (If you want to do it but don't want to run alone then contact my friend Natalie Buckland via Facebook) and organising their own ways to make money for research into beating and healing cancer.
So I know I hate this peanut sized tumor, and I hate the way it has upset and scared alot of people but it's actually done more good than bad.
Anyway, I'm having it out tomorrow morning about 9am so I'm excited, nervous and relieved (raise your cup of tea and wish me luck!).
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