Had to go to CX London today to meet the surgeon and show him my bits.
He's happy enough and I was sent to Hospital Admissions and came out with a date for 1st September!
Got to go down on 26th July for the weigh-in, bloods, medical etc etc so it's a firm date, provisional on all that being ok
In a moment of supreme irony, after two years of wildly yo-yo-ing up and down my estrogen seems to be finally stable and at an ideal level.... bang on the max of the target window!
- so they congratulated me on that, then told me to stop taking them in about 3 weeks time!

Surgeon seems nice.
I know that THEY'VE done all this a thousand times before, but I have to say that was one express visit ..... about 10 minutes altogether, including the examination of my bits

Shame it was over so quickly really 'cos that's the most sex I've had in 3 years

.....I'm not
complaining it just wasn't what I expected, thought it would be more like 40 minutes of sedate chat.
I ->-bleeped-<- down there every three months for the psych chat which kinda goes:-
"How are you?" ...... "Fine thanks"
"Things going well, day to day?" ........ "Yes, fine thanks."
"Is your job at the charity shop still going alright?" "Yes, that's fine thanks."
"Well...... that all seems to be
fine, see you in three months."

that takes half an hour, so I guess that when they're actually going to chop my balls off, I just expected.... a bit more.
Anyway, it's all set and I'm experiencing soaring joy - all I've got to do now is overcome the abject terror.

Sept 1st also happens to be my Mother's 80th birthday. I foned her and told her the news and she said that wasn't quite the present she was hoping for