Terry is recovering ok from her latest throat op and is able to eat and swallow again now.
Strange coincidence: Just before she fell ill, she received a 'missed call' from an old work colleague from where she used to work several years ago, before her health packed up. She mentioned it over the weekend, so I checked her phone and called the number. Turns out someone was just messing with the phone and dialled her number by mistake. Nevertheless the colleague was shocked to hear about Terry's misfortune and has spread the word. Over the last few days, she's had a steady stream of old workmates visit (pre-warned by the colleague not to show their shock at her condition), which has lifted her spirits big time. Can't remember when last I've seen such joyful smiles from her, I had to look away and pretend to be finding something very interesting outside the window, until I could swallow the lump.
When she went into hospital, she was fine on the outside and wrecked on the inside. This has now been reversed. The engine is ticking over ok, but the bodywork is a train smash. Only her face is unmarked and that's only because the marks from the plasters holding the respirator tube in her mouth have faded. Some of the wounds where her skin has ruptured are serious, so I had a word with the hospital matron, who has taken personal charge of Terry's nursing and has brought in a 'wound specialist' to treat her.
The holiday is still on so far, but a bikini just isn't going to happen.