Operation

Mum had her operation this morning. My sister Noëlle and I went to see her in the afternoon. She was, of course, very tired, and her throat was sore, particularly when trying to swallow, she was also spitting up a lot, but all this is normal, particularly given age. We saw the surgeon and it seems that it went well. He said that it was really time to operate, because the diverticulitis was huge and there was real risk of infection, or emergency. This reassured mum that she had made the right decision. I was surprised that she could talk, and she even managed to get up. If all goes well, she could go home on Friday, but more likely on Monday. 
In the evening, we went to see my aunt who lives in the same village as mum.