On the 13th of March, the title of my post was “the last day not knowing”. It is seven weeks later today, and I don’t want to use the same title. History repeats. I called the hospital on Monday and asked what the plan of action was. They didn’t know, and called me back half a day later. Tomorrow I would be called by the neurosurgeon. The person that called me couldn’t tell me about what, or at what time.