The day after surgery, Abi had an MRI to discover the success of the operation. I went with her to the scan. She was still incredibly fragile and struggling with nausea, so the clinicians had to interrupt the procedure so she could retch into a sick bowl. Besides that, Abi managed the whole thing without too much drama.
Just a few hours later, I was stood outside the high dependency unit on the ward, looking at the scan. The scene will stay with me because that’s where the surgeon turned to me and said: “I don’t see any sign of the tumour.” Abi was tumour free!