It Wasn't A Dream, Thank God!

Buckingham Palace

Tower Bridge

Well, it's been a couple of days since London. I had a really good day for so many reasons. After my appointment I did a spot of sightseeing. Well, it's not often I get down to the Capital. I took in Buckingham Palace, Nelsons Column, The Tower of London and Tower Bridge. I love the history and I love doing the touristy thing every now and then. I even got to see Tower Bridge being raised to allow a tall masted boat to pass through. I went on a tour of The Tower of London which was really interesting. I've always had a real fascination with the Tudor period and I found it really interesting to learn about the likes of Anne Boleyn, Thomas Cromwell and Lady Jane Grey. Don't get me wrong, they are all stories I've heard before but being in the place where those stories happened gave them a certain poignancy.

The old execution spot in the
grounds of The Tower of London.

     Of course, Thursday's trip to London was about so much more than sightseeing. It was about a 10 minute moment when I met my future surgeon, Mr James Bellringer. I wrote my last blog posts on the day and I think that you sometimes need a nights sleep just to put things into context. On Thursday night I had a number of very strange and vivid dreams and I actually thought that Thursdays events had been a dream at first. It's only when I saw the notes the Clinical Nurse had given me that I realised that it had happened.

     As you go along the transition route there's always that feeling of impending obstacles. You get the feeling that at some point you'll be stopped in your tracks by a negative decision. Whether it's a NO from your GP regarding a referral to the GIC, a NO from the GIC during your initial assessment. a NO from your GP regarding the prescription of Hormones, a NO from your GIC regarding a referral to a surgeon or a NO from your surgeon. The risk is ever present in your mind even if it's perhaps misplaced fear. Now I've got myself an operation (Mr Bellringers words!) I honestly feel that there is no stopping me. For the first time I really know that this is going to happen and so things are different. It's such a strange feeling to know that you are on the home straight.

     Despite getting the go ahead for surgery, I'm still waiting on a date. I phoned up yesterday and she's going to phone on Monday to discuss the date. It will be sometime in April though I gather which isn't that bad. I'll just be happy to get a date I can work towards to be honest.