We have emerged from the surgeon's knife. It was fine.
The hardest, perhaps, was the nausea (courtesy of a bright blue drip needed to light up the glands for the surgeon's benefit). It's so mild, it's hardly worth writing about - but it reminded me unpleasantly of the vile coloured chemo liquids poured into my vein, not helped by having the needle stuck into that very same hand.
Come to think of it, even the drip with normal fluids made me feel queasy with flashbacks. That was unexpected. I begged the doctor to take it down, promising to drink and drink.
But overall, we're doing ok. And following in Owl's footsteps, Ostrich has made himself very popular with the nurses.