In lots of ways my life resembles now the life that our daughter Gaby lived. I think about it more and more, how she managed her life without being able to use any of her limbs.
The entrance to a hospital ward at the former Prince Henry Hospital. Little Bay, NSW
We were on the way to the funeral of a friend of ours. Someone had asked us to stop by the hospital were the friend spent the last weeks of his, in the end painful, life and pick up some of his possessions that were left behind. We had enough time on our hand and agreed to do it.
After parking the car we went up to the ward to see the matron. While my wife went with a nurse to a store room I was waiting near the sister’s desk. Nosy as I am, I looked around the ward.
To my surprise, I saw in a corner a “wooden tank”, which I knew had the function of an iron lung, such as our daughter used to spend her nights in while she was still alive. As I stepped…
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