One Last Operation

One Last Operation

For the last time, I sat in a hot and stuffy hospital ward, beside an empty cot, counting down the minutes until Big Bro would be out of surgery. It was his final piece of surgery – an operation that would reverse his stoma and enable him to poop as nature intended. Eight months. Eight [...]

Four Weeks of Waiting

Big Bro spent four weeks after his birth, in between intensive care and the high dependency unit. Those four weeks were the hardest weeks I’ve ever had to endure. The not knowing was the difficult thing. From one day to the next, I only had a rough understanding of what was happening – nurses, doctors, surgeons – [...]