Little miracles

The Royal Hospital for Children in Glasgow, my son’s home for the last week

I mentioned in a previous post that my son has been in hospital. It’s been a very long couple of weeks: he was misdiagnosed twice before his atypical symptoms led to a correct diagnosis and treatment, which included surgery. He’s home with me now, recovering.

My head is a mess of thoughts just now, but I wanted to post one thing: I’m very grateful to the many NHS staff from surgeons to domestic staff who helped look after us over the last week or so. For all its flaws, the NHS is an extraordinary thing. The people who work for it ensure it performs little miracles every single day.