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
Is it possible to be addicted to procrastination, and if it is, is that a bad thing? I hold my hands up to being a terrible time waster when there is something that I really must be doing. If I was sitting in an old church hall right now, rather than standing up and embracing
About three hours after leaving him I got to take the long walk down to recovery to collect him. The nurse recognised me straight away. It took me a while to work out how she could know instantly that I was Dominic’s mother without ever having met me before. Eventually my eyes fell on a