The publicity surrounding the 75th Anniversary of the Allied landings on the beaches of Normandy at dawn on 6th June 1944, always referred to as D-Day, got me wondering what the “D” stands for.
The simple answer is that the “D” stands for “Day”. That sounds a bit daft until you realise that the day before D-Day was D-1 and the day after was D+1 so today, 3rd June, is actually D-3. The date set for Avril’s lumpectomy procedure.

D-3 for Avril and me meant a very early start, but not nearly as early as it was for the troops in France all those years ago. We set the alarm for 06:00 so that we had plenty of time to get ready for our 07:30 arrival at Mount Alvernia Hospital.

The hospital room was lovely with a magnificent view over the Surrey Hills. The staff was very welcoming and we both felt relaxed and comfortable very quickly.
The morning was quite busy for Avril with lots of forms to complete and sign; many questions about her medical history; formal consent to the procedure proposed and, most importantly, what was her menu choice for dinner tonight?

Having donned her rather fetching hospital gown, compression socks and slippers she was taken down to the Nuclear Medicine Department. First, a radioactive isotope was injected into her breast and she then had a fifteen minute scan.
Back to the room and forty-five minutes later she went downstairs again and back into the scanner for another thirty minutes. This scan detected which lymph nodes the isotope had travelled to and localised the area of the sentinel node or nodes (the first few lymph nodes into which a tumour drains) so that they could be removed during surgery later in the day. An “X” marked the spot.
She returned again to the room and a short while later she was taken back down again, this time to the Imaging Department. A local anaesthetic was given and a thin stainless steel wire was inserted into her breast to mark the area where the tumour had been. Then a second wire was inserted near her armpit to mark the area of the lymph nodes.

Back in the room once again, she was visited by the Consultant Oncoplastic Breast and Skin Cancer Surgeon who used a magic marker to draw guide lines and yet more marks. Before doing so he put on surgical gloves because “he always gets ink on his hands”!
Finally, the Consultant Anaesthetist arrived to discuss what would happen before, during and after surgery.
Both Consultants gave us confidence. Any questions Avril? None at all.
At 15:50 Avril walked along to the Operating Theatre accompanied by the Theatre Nurse. Nothing more for me to do so I decided to go home to kill some time (and write the blog so far).
Time passes…
I went back to the hospital at 19:00 as promised and was somewhat alarmed upon entering Avril’s room to find that the bed had gone! A few minutes later she was wheeled in from the recovery room and all was well.
I won’t add a photo tonight because she is a rather strange shade of blue as a result of the dye they put in!
After reviewing the latest scans the surgeon carried out a slightly different procedure to his original plan, involving less reconstructive work. He removed three lymph nodes and upon analysis none showed any active cancer. The breast tissue biopsy will take 7-10 days and he is hopeful that there will be sufficient margin; if not, further surgery may be needed.
The surgeon said he was very pleased with the way things had gone and asked her if she would like to go home tonight, but she preferred to stay… probably so she could have a night’s respite from my snoring. Also she had already ordered her favourite breakfast.
I will post again soon if there is anything significant to report in the short term. Otherwise the next stage will be the result of the biopsy.
Thanks as always for your many messages, emails etc., which Avril has really appreciated.














