Communication works for those who work at it. John Powell I decided to give our appointment with the gastroenterology department at Great Ormond street hospital a whole shiny post all of its own. We actually saw the consultant on the same day as we had the appointment with the congenital myasthenia team which I wrote
Being in a hospital waiting room is like being stuck at an airport waiting for a delayed plane, although without the promise of a holiday at the end of it. Dominic and I usually sit and while away the time staring at a small screen, me on Facebook him on the DSi. We're generally happy
They say that life changing events change you for the better. But nothing healthy or good has emerged from coming so close to losing Dominic. It has broken me and scarred me. It just made me so very sad, so very scared and so very lonely. But finding my way out and learning to accept that I could never have my ignorance back, that once you have felt the pain of saying goodbye you can never win back the peace that other parents seem to take for granted all around you has become part of my journey. It’s something that has woven itself into the way I see the world, see my family and ultimately see myself. It is part of everything, so it is undoubtedly part of my normal daily life.
It's been a strange old week. First I found out that you lovely people have nominated me for an award despite my British reserve and lack of confidence having prevented me from asking anyone to even consider me. I have since added the badge that is meant to encourage you to vote: if you look
The Great Ormond Street Hospital Children’s Charity approached me at the beginning of the year asking me to write something for them. As Mother’s Day was approaching, I decided to write something for the mothers keeping vigil at their child’s bedside in the hospital. It was written a year after Dominic’s 8 month long admission