Dance with my Father

I make no apologies for repeating this post, as 1 February is a date I can never ever forget. This year sees the 25th anniversary. In some ways it seems like yesterday - how can it be 25 years? We are singing Dance with My Father for our choir summer concert and that is difficult to sing especially with a day like today. I suspect, should I ever die and they need to perform a post-mortem on me, they'll find the First of February 2001 etched in my brain like a stick of Brighton rock.   It is a date I shall never ever forget. In mid December 2000, I had been told I needed an urgent hysterectomy operation. I had developed a large mass in my womb. If I lay face-down on a hard floor playing a board game or doing a jigsaw with Kay, I could feel it digging in to me. The consultant gynaecologist I went to see was fairly hopeful it was a benign fibroid but because of its large size, could not rule out it was something malignant. He nee

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