Friday 16th. Rise @ 4.30am. Shower wth anitrceptic sponge. Take 1 nexium to avoid reflux. Leave Woodgte 5.30am for admission Mater 6.30am. The private room is a la mode. No pre-meds these days. MY blood pressure is 130 over 80. I intend to keep it that way surrounded by the loving energy of so many loved ones.I consciously call them in to hold me strong. The white hospital gown, fetching green disposable nickers (XXL) and the mop cap are donned. I am wheeled on my bed through lbyrinthine corridors past flourescent lights and shifts in ceiling heights marking extension upon extension. The doors to the anteroom of the operating theatre spring back. I am left for a while n the vacuum. Keep still my heart. I decide to sing to hold my nerve. I search for a meaning ful refrain- this had not been part of my original script- the only melody that is whole and ready is ” ‘My Bonnie lies over the Ocean’! sung so often as a warm up in both my choral groups- I guess this is another kind of warm up. Dr Ang comes through and speaks about many things of little consequence to keep me distracted while v arious procedures take place with the anaesthetist. I know what she is doing. I appreciate it. There is a kindness and gentleness in every gesture of her team. I am wheeled in and transferred to the operating table. The aneasthetist has a sense of humour and apparently tells them during the process that I had mistaken him for a computer salesman when he called! He inserts the canula with expertise, explains that I may have some throat irritation after as they place an oxygen tube down the throat, inserts a solution to prevent nausea then the anaesthetic. Lights out for me.My blood pressure holds. My part of the mission accomplished.