This picture is of my daugher, Rachel and was taken by the nursing staff on Borchardt Ward at Pendlebury Children's Hospital. It was given to me to reassure me that whilst I went home for a rare break, she was well looked after and she didn't constantly cry.
Both of these photos hold different memories. The first photo reminds me of a time we thought we'd never get through; heartbreaking, endless - a black tunnel with no light at the end of it. The second photo reminds me how wondrous modern medicine is and how lucky we were to be given the chance to continue 'normal' family life. I'm sure Rachel thought, at times, that I was over-protective but each time we argued about a risk she was taking (usually teenage curiosity) or I told her that I needed to know where she was and gave her a curfew time, it was only because I'd almost lost her once and I didn't want to lose her again.
Full story: There are only so many perfect heads in the world...
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