23/02/2021

Dear Dad,

I’m writing this with a heavy heart full of tears. Today, this time last year on a Sunday it’s 23:13, I walked into the Royal London hospital not knowing what I was to be faced with. Leaving the children at home with Pavan, we got the phone call telling us that you had come out of your 2nd emergency operation (3rd in 3 days) and that you’re in recovery, the doctors didn’t know what to expect. 2 days prior to this you had your scheduled operation, then an emergency operation to correct the first and now a 2nd emergency operation still trying to correct what went wrong! We were only allowed 2 at time at your bedside, we all took it in turns to see you, mum never left your side, regardless of the many machines you were hooked on you looked like you were sleeping, you had a good colour on you. In fact you were fighting to stay with us. We were all there including our Puji’s, fufferji’s, Masi’s, MJ and cousins.  Dad we joked and laughed and cried sitting in that waiting room, because we too didn’t know what to expect, they told us you were poorly, but we had seen you poorly before and deep down with thought you’d be ok. The doctors told us to go home and rest as you were now stable, lying in there in the ICU we left you at about 2am feeling confident.

We had decided that Jason would drive your car home with mum.  I’d follow in Jason’s car with bubbly sitting with me. We both laughed and were a bit scared as I didn’t know how to use the electrics in there. I was pressing all sorts of buttons trying to get the mirrors where I wanted them. I ended up driving with the wing mirrors inwards. We needed a giggle after what we had been through. 

Thanks dad that was the first time I’d driven Jason’s car!