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Young Girl Get offa My Ward

Before leaving for the hospital, I threw my arms around my mam and said I bib you (I love you)

Where to start, where to start? This blog won't be chronological order, not with my memory! but I do think the best place to start is the very beginning. This is both mine and my mothers story.
My mam was diagnosed with NF2 and had her surgeries when I was 18months old. Her first brain surgery which left her deaf was 20hours long. Her second surgery wasn't much shorter! She was in hospital for a few months. So there she was really going through it physically, lost hearing, plunger into a world of silence and missing her baby.

Hospitals were even more strict ab.out children visiting back in 1985. My dad used to smuggle me in under is coat hidden behind a bunch of flowers. As he walked  along, I would be saying fleurs fleurs! Dad tried to keep my mouth shut, think zip it zip it! People must have thought he had a really strange sounding FART.

On the ward they pulled the curtains around my mams bed and other patients tried to keep the staff busy and someone kept lookout for the matron. At one point, I toddled off the ward and came face to knees with a nurse. I looked up and saw a very cross looking matron with arms folded. As I looked up, I gave her a  huge smile. She waved her hand and said "Oh ok I didn't see you".

I think they handcuffed me to my mothers bed after that!!

Young girl get offa my ward
its not  visiting time
oh it's wrong girl

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