11th 2002 - Home at last!
158 days, and a record number of 'sleep studies,' Freddy finally
managed to convince the experts that an operation or a longer
spell in hospital were no longer necessary. At last the time had
come to say farewell to all those wonderful friends (both at C
& W and Kingston hospitals) who have looked after him and
all his paraphernalia so well and for such a long time. He really
had become such a big fat cuckoo in the nest that he left a sizeable
amount of bed space behind him for younger smaller people to occupy.
comes home with an impressive medicine chest and a wedge-shaped
bed with 35' slope to which he has to be strapped in, and seems
to thrive on both. He has found much to chuckle about, either
catching some of the thrill off his parents, or perhaps noticing
the cracks and cobwebs and the way the garden now grows in through
the walls (in truth, he went a bit quiet once his father gave
him the full tour).
had been forewarned that Freddy would probably be unsettled for
the first couple of days, but he has found most of it a huge joke.
The screams and yells are mostly due to having to adjust from
the hospital clock of 24-hour permanent activity to ordinary domestic
night and day. The one thing he finds a major disappointment is
the lack of entertainment - preferably double-bill comedy from
hospital staff - that he is so used to enjoying from anyone within
hailing distance at 4.30 am.
Edwards has been our first visitor, taking tea and some more photographs
to mark the occasion. After some persuasion, Freddy and weary-looking
parents obliged with a few smiles. Uncle Rex has kindly added
them to the rogue's gallery.
suddenly seem to have become a bit house-bound. So do please come
and see us soon. And thank you all for your wonderful kindnesses
and support which have helped us so much in getting through.
from Fiona, James & Freddy
Pics from 11th March:
click to enlarge.