The Choice
The Choice
“He and I were in the hospital waiting for the nurse to come in and start to prepare me for the lumpectomy operation. My friend Grace had come with us and had kindly offered to collect a load of Ger’s shirts to take home to iron. She was pretending to complain about them – some of them were pure cotton and took ages to press properly. The silly, nervous banter between them took my mind off what I was about to undergo. Then the nurse appeared with a gown for me to put on, and briskly set about making me ready. I started to shiver even though it was not cold.
I was not only nervous, I was bone tired too: I had been up late the night before making a dress for Julie. She was to be the flower girl at my nephew Darren’s wedding, and I knew that if I didn’t get it finished before my operation I might not have the strength in my arms afterwards. ‘Leave it, Bernie,’ begged his fiancée Lisa. ‘You’ve enough on your plate. I’ll buy a dress – we’ve still got a couple of weeks.
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