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It's happening tomorrow.

Today is a strange day. Yesterday was too. Emotionally charged, difficult to concentrate. Helpless.

The Brexit referendum is driving that. I arrived back from New York early on Friday morning and stared disbelievingly at the blue and yellow numbers on the screen. How can that happen? Cue intense emotions: shame, anger, confusion and disbelief. Over the last three days those emotions have certainly outweighed any cancer related emotions. I have woken up in the morning and felt sickened by the referendum and the dark forces it legitimises rather than anything happening in and around my mouth.

As I sit here now, on the train to meet my anaesthetist, I am absolutely clear what I would choose if some paranormal entity offered either a rerun of the referendum or tomorrow's operation. The operation is going to be really rubbish for a week or so. But as a country we'll never be able to get back what we've got now. After the operation I may sound and possibly look different, but I won't feel different; less whole and coming from a grubby backward, inward looking country.

Matt Dean 

We lost the whole of Tuesday. I woke on Wednesday in Marsden's ICU.  Still high on whatever they had pumped into me!

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