Ho ruddy hum. The two big C’s

Cancer. Covid.

Just awaiting my mastectomy but husband went car racing and five days later started a cough. I begged him to take a test. “ it’s just a cough, I’ve been double jabbed” …
Fast forward five or so days and I lose my sense of taste and small. Annoying little cold but no more.
So my November 15 th op is now on hold till at least the new year and I’m just so angry. It’s taken such a lot of positive thoughts for me to get to this stage. The final insult was he didn’t say gosh, sorry. Hope it wasn’t me. Yikes. Just nothing except when can he get a. PCR test. We got there and he pushed in front of me to get there first!! Yes, I’m hurt. And that’s why I’m whingeing. Apologies.