About Me

One January I found myself in a medical walk-in clinic, at midnight, in my pyjamas. Again.
With a baby under one arm needing feeding and a three-year-old hanging off the other needing help to breath, I had to explain to the on-duty locum that our son Ben, was a a bit more than tired. He had slept through only eight nights, ever, he lived on a diet of drugs more than food. He was profoundly deaf in one ear and hearing impaired in the other and he had related learning difficulties.
I was told our lives would be like this for a decade or more and I could not accept that ... at least not without a fight ...