Home is where the heart is, or so the general consensus seems to be. In many ways I feel like I have come home now, everything has regained some kind of order, the cobwebs no longer have the larger share of the house and there has been a lot of culling of clothes and toys.
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
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