Dear Papworth Hospital,
I've heard great things about you. If you could just keep that reputation up for the next few weeks, that would be fabulous.
Yours, a rather nervous patient's daughter.
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Dear Surgeon,
Please get an early night. Please eat a healthy, slow energy release, cereal-based breakfast. Please don't be distracted by what might be on TV later, the new Boden catalogue or whether your cat is pregnant. Please focus. Please concentrate. Please. Thanks.
Yours, the daughter of the woman you are operating on this Tuesday.
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Dear Mum's Heart,
I know this probably all looks a bit scary from where you're sitting (and frankly from where I am too) but this is seriously going to make everything a whole lot easier. I know it feels like you are trying to suck an extra thick McD's milkshake up a very thin straw. Well soon your straw will be a nice big thick one.
Yours, an expert on McD's milkshakes.
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Dear Mum,
Do what the doctors tell you. I know you wont want to get out of bed and climb those daft pretend stairs that lead to, er, well, nowhere, but do it. Don't use the excuse that you live in a bungalow and wont need to climb stairs, there are stairs in the outside world. It will be worth it.
Yours, your bossy stubborn daughter.
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Dear Dad,
She's gonna be fine.
Love you. x
Thanks to 3 Bedroom Bungalow for the linky x
