Last week Sandra went into Worthing Hospital for breast reconstruction so Tom takes over her weblog and reflects on coping as the husband of a terminally-ill woman.

Sandra and I had a fantastic weekend in London before she had to go into hospital. We went to see Mamma Mia! and had a meal and the next day we went on the London Eye.

It was great to spend some time together on our own for the first time in a long, long time. Every day is totally hectic in our house. The phone is always going, the doorbell is going so we can be like ships passing in the night.

Sandra just wants to do as much as possible for me and the boys. I tell her to slow down. Rather than going at 90mph, she should go at 20mph and then maybe six months together could be six years together. She hears me but she is very stubborn.

Our meal in London was on a boat on the Thames but the boat broke down and the heating went! When we went on the London Eye the camera ran out of batteries - but we'd probably have just taken hundreds of photos of the same view.

On Sunday it was raining but we thought we would go on a bike ride to Lancing anyway to see Sandra's best friend Neil and his wife Mel.

We watched a couple of films with them and looked at photos of their wedding, where Sandra had been best "man".

It was half-term on Monday and the boys had some friends round. Then Sandra's dad came round in the evening.

On Tuesday I had to take Sandra to hospital for her operation.

She was nervous and excited, looking forward in one sense but not in another as it was a big operation.

I bought her an iPod for Valentine's Day - I spent the whole weekend trying to stop her buying one in London! I also had some helium balloons, a single red rose, a cheeky monkey and a box of chocolates waiting for her.

She went in at 2pm and didn't get back to the ward until about 9.30pm. I went home to try to do some work but I opened my laptop, just looked at it and gave up. I was back at hospital by 5pm.

I was very, very nervous. The longer I was waiting and the longer she was in there, the more I worried something was going wrong. The nurses kept reassuring me she was fine.

The boys haven't seen her at all this week. Sandra didn't want them to see her like this.

She is quite pale and run-down and sleeping most of the time.

She is having a lot of drugs pumped into her so she has been quite ill. She is getting migraines again as well.

Hopefully the boys will be able to see her over the weekend.

She was supposed to come home this weekend but will probably stay in an extra couple of days now.

Sandra's mum has been an absolute star looking after the boys all week.

The breast reconstruction was a success, although her breasts are much bigger than she anticipated and she is not happy. Once the swelling goes down I think she'll feel better.

She has been quite down. She said: "I have been a very silly girl having this operation." I never wanted her to have it and the doctors were apprehensive. She will bounce back soon and be the bubbly girl I love, adore and respect.