Just got back from being at the hospital with mum. Her operation has been and gone and it seems to have been a great success. I almost cried with relief on the way home. And when I say 'almost', I mean 'actually'.

I had planned to come back home in the evening so I went to work this morning but as soon as I got there I knew I was in the wrong place. I couldn't bear the thought of Ma being alone in the ward waiting for the op. about which I knew she was nervous. So I went back to Oxford and went with Ma to the hospital. I was so glad I did, it just felt right being there. After about 3 hours they wheeled her in. This was long enough for me to wonder just who schedules the music at the John Radcliffe NHS Hospital Trust and what they were thinking. First up we had "So Lonely" by the Police. Which is always nice when you are lieing alone in a hospital ward. Then later we had something by Stiff Little Fingers. I couldn't help but applaud this bold playlisting. But they let themselves down by then playing an hour of the Corrs. At which point I felt sick and was about to demand medical attention myself.

The operation itself was over in a flash. I'd been to have a cup of tea and some biccies. I got back half an hour later and she was already back in the recovery room! Half an hour after that she was up in the ward. Once she was settled in there and the nurses briefed about everything they needed to know I came home to see dad.

So it's been a good day. I've said it before (and I'll say it for ever): my mother is an amazing woman. She did so many little things today that so inspired me, again and again. I don't know how she does it.

:)