A grandson's perspective
I warmly hugged and kissed her before she was taken into the anaesthetic room. Feeling a bit drowsy from the premedication, she flashed a smile, a reassuring one that comforted me. She waved goodbye to about 10 relatives who had come to wish her well. They knew she was in good hands—those of a renowned gynaeco-oncologist, who happened to be my dad's best friend from medical school. How strange it must have felt to be operating on his best friend's mum whom he has known for more than 20 years. The pressure of not making a mistake must have been balanced by the sense of trust he received from us all. He wasn't going to let us down.
As I changed into theatre clothes, I was still wondering if it was the right thing to do. Some of the theatre staff could not hide their shock after I was introduced