Ninety-One Days of Somebody Else's Hands
She was born at twenty-nine weeks and for three months other people knew how to look after her and I did not. The kindest thing anyone did was to teach me one small job that was only mine.
Topic
Hope
3 stories: 1 from a doctor, 2 from patients
This collection has the same experience described from both sides — worth reading as a pair.
The Third Transfer
Four years, three rounds, one phone call each time on a Tuesday morning. What I remember most clearly is not the failures. It is the nurse who told me she was sorry, and meant it, and then said my name.
Learning to Say His Wife's Name
Our goal was independent transfers and modified diet. His goal was to say her name. It took us five weeks to find that out, and it was the only thing that made him work.