I haven't complained, once. Ok, take that sentence out of context and you would have Roger, certainly, raising his eyebrows. What I mean is, despite everything that happened, both from the dangerous to the incompetent and even stretching to the negligent while we were in Great Ormond Street, I never sat down and wrote a
The Child First and Always The Child. First and Always The Child First, And Always. The Child? First and Always? What makes a great medical institution great? Is it the doctors? Dedicated, caring, jutting of chin with a hint of the maverick about them? Perhaps it’s the nurses? Understanding, effortlessly selfless, wafting from
Happy New Year! Having spent quite a fun night running around the hospital with Dominic and ending up on the roof watching the fireworks with a few doctors who could escape momentarily, it was impossible to ignore the overwhelming feeling of optimism that is unique to New Year’s Eve. That’s what marking the arrival of
The operation went very well… well it went as swimmingly as the slicing and dicing of your youngest child can ever go. It took about four hours which is quite remarkably quick actually. I guess it’s not a case of ‘too many cooks’ but more ‘many hands’ when it comes to having two consultant surgeons’ hands meddling with your insides.
I’ve never had to go into a child’s room at night to reassure them that there isn’t a monster in the cupboard, it’s just something that hasn’t ever occurred to any of my children. Not to say that they don’t have their fears, of course they do, it’s just that monsters haven’t ever featured on