Well it is the night before her surgery and Katriona is asleep in our bed blissfully unaware of what is planned for tomorrow. I managed to take some photos of her this afternoon, but didn't manage to coordinate her having photos with the rest of us. I got a bit upset about that earlier.
We are feeling apprehensive and stressed. We still aren't really sure of so many things. We don't have the details we need about risks, but don't have the time to delay in her having the surgery either. We need to leave the house at 6am tomorrow and still feel we have so much to organise before then.
The enormity of it all has finally dawned on me. I have never been away from Kiffin and Keira before apart from Kiffin having had two sleep overs in the last year. I have never been away from Keira, ever. A whole week seems like such a long time.
Kiffin admitted to her Nanny (my mum) tonight that she was scared of Katriona's surgery because she thought that Katriona's brain was being removed and she couldn't work out how she would be able to live without a brain. Poor thing. What a dreadful worry it is for her too.
I will update tomorrow as soon as practical. Send your love to Katriona tonight and tomorrow.
After waiting for what seemed to be an eternity - even after jumping the entire triage queue - we were seen by Dr Jo. As it turns out, because the sunsetting eyes was not accompanied by any other symptoms, such as uneven bilateral responses or lethargy, that it was not 'that' concerning after all. They did want us to stay for a few hours to do neurological observations, but Kiffin and Keira were really losing the plot because they were tired and I am informed enough to do the obs myself at home so we convinced them that we should go home.