Missive 2

Spent a lonely night not being able to sleep because of the strange noises all around, the strange bed and the worry that sets in. It really puts some things in perspective in your life.

Last night I had very little, comparatively, to worry about. There was a possibility of surgery, but that was quite far off all in all. What was on my mind was something far different. It was Shevy. I spent last night missing her and worried sick about whether <u>she</u> was going to be OK.

Today I saw a surgeon, registrar, consultant and loads of nurses. They told me they'll probably try and operate before the weekend. I also found out my grandmother has had another minor stroke, and that things aren't looking so hot on that front either.

So what am I lying here thinking about tonight? How worried and upset Shevy looked when she left. She's been a real trooper through this and she's never asked for anything in return. Guess it must be love.

So in conclusion, Shevy's great but you should all know that by now anyway. I'm probably going under the surgeon’s knife before the weekend. Scary stuff! The nurses at the Western that I've met so far are all fantastic.

Don't order the Sago milk pudding.

-Liam