It's years since I've been on the receiving end of news that flattened me. On Friday night mum told us that my oldest and dearest friend had been rushed to hospital. At thirty weeks pregnant, an onset of vision problems led doctors to discover a brain tumor pressed against the optic nerve. There was more to come. Additional complications meant a team of 20 specialists was needed for surgery.The wait was horrendous, the sleep non-existent ...until news came through of a positive outcome, a joyous one in fact. Both mumma and baby had pulled through and were out of harm's way. Got the best present on Christmas Day - a text message from my friend's hospital bed, telling us that she loved us and that we could stop worrying now. Brave, beautiful, selfless girl. Can't wait to see them both and am so grateful to the wonderful medical people who dedicate their lives to saving others.
