Dealing with Doctors

What you don’t know about my husband

Posted on Oct 13, 2014 | 0 comments

What you don’t know about my husband

I am the face of this blog. As such, people often tell me how much they admire my dedication to May. What people don’t realize is that my husband deserves much of the credit. My husband is May’s main caregiver. Her bather. Her chef. Her afternoon sleeping companion. She’s watched a full Tour de France. Twice. All because she spends so much time with him. “This is the song that proved May has better taste in music than you, Stacie,” is a typical aside in our conversation. And May does genuinely has a more eclectic taste in music than I do. Why? Because she spends...

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A toothy tale of incompetence and negligence

Posted on Sep 9, 2014 | 6 comments

A toothy tale of incompetence and negligence

May was just wheeled into surgery. I’m sat amongst the other parents awaiting our children’s fate. I’ve said it before, but praise be all parents who pack a bag for their child to take them – not on holiday – but to the hospital where someone will drug them and cut them open with a knife.  

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Goodbye 2013…

Posted on Dec 28, 2013 | 12 comments

Goodbye 2013…

Congratulations to May and I ! This is our 400th post on Mama Lewis. Thanks for reading and happy holidays! To say I’m done with 2013 is an understatement. If someone offered me a lobotomy tomorrow and said, “We can remove 2013, but we’d have to remove everything, not just from about April when May’s hips began to really trouble her. You’d have to erase everything. May’s birthday at Kew Gardens. Your fun day at the London Zoo. Everything.” I’d say, “How soon can you cut me open?” Many people like to look at the positive side to...

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It’s official: I’m in remission!

Posted on Aug 5, 2013 | 17 comments

It’s official: I’m in remission!

The haematology department kept us waiting three hours today before I was called in for my meeting. And it was a big meeting: the official results of my biopsy after my chemotherapy treatment. Sure, last week the news was good. But I was still nervous and after three hours, I was near breakdown by the time my name was hollered out. The first thing I said when I sat down for the meeting – after we demanded to know why we’d been held up – was, “I don’t think I can have this meeting. I’m so wound up.” “But, the results were very good. You are in...

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Why I’m grateful for socialized medicine

Posted on Jun 13, 2013 | 7 comments

Why I’m grateful for socialized medicine

Praise here to all parents who lovingly pack a bag for their child, knowing they will be cut open the following day. As an emotional experience, May’s surgery was a complete disaster. There is no getting around that. When we entered the recovery room post-surgery, a child was rasping with the force of his own screams. It wasn’t a boy, it was my daughter. I didn’t recognize her. But, it was also a major success. Performed by a surgeon whose specialism was not just orthopedic surgery, but orthopedic pediatric neurodisability surgery – a week later my daughter is already kicking her legs...

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