One year ago I had an accident which abruptly halted my life. In reflection, it has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Pre-MRI. Ruptured biceps tendon on my left arm — November 2017 Day 1 post op. Ready to start my rehab…also, I don’t fancy strong opiates (too much clean living) 28/11/17.
My heart is in turmoil and my soul aches. My resolve is being tested. The broad statements that are being pitched on social media and shared across the world deepen my sorrow for my fellow man. #metoo #sexual misconduct #pornography I’ve fought with thoughts of defending my gender but have balanced this with deep sorrow
Imagine losing your house, the place that you purchased with pride and so meticulously maintained. Picture yourself facing the innocent faces of your children, searching for the words to explain your explicit behaviour. Look at your prized possessions, the toys that brought you such pleasure to use and connect with your inner child-like freedom. Now
I can’t believe it has been three years since my first post on The healthy GP where I reflected on the five things that my sons needed from me. Since then: We had another boy! (Benjamin) I’ve changed the dynamics and focus of my work (Aged and Palliative care) Kylie started to study and run
A wife who is truly loved by her husband is beautiful. She is beautiful because she radiates confidence in herself. The countenance on her face shows the character of her husband, the words he uses around her, the way that they resolve differences, the small actions of love he deposits everyday and the way that
The midwives called me Dad for the first time, when caked in vernix and crying because his safe haven had been so abruptly removed, I cut my son Samuel’s umbilical cord, welcoming him into the world. I tentatively called myself a Dad, when Samuel cried uncontrollably in the middle night, I stood helpless, not knowing
Photo by Joshua Earle on Unsplash It was the end of a long day of operating and we’d finished more cases than we’d set out to complete. Drearily my eyes looked across the operating room and caught Steven’s gaze, as he longingly studied the clock. It was nearly home time. “So what are you eating tonight?”