When I was recovering from my stroke at Caulfield Rehabilitation Hospital, many health professionals helped me. The physio in the neuro gym did an amazing job getting me to walk again. Of course, this was before my spine infection and surgery that put me in a wheel chair. I am forever in awe of the […]
Post Traumatic Growth
Cedric and Jean Marie
My physiotherapist at the hospital in Paris was a young man named Cedric. Fortunately for me, Cedric had travelled to New Zealand and Queensland, so he could understand my Australian accent. I wasted much of my physio therapy getting Cedric to translate French words that I had heard. Cedric would help me regain control of […]
Visitors were always more than welcome
In Caulfield hospital I was fortunate enough to spend time with people who visited me. Sometimes I came to know those people a lot better than previously. Margaret Younger one of my visitors, whose bright outlook on life always cheered me up.
I went to Rehab twice
My rehab was at Caulfield Hospital Here is the head honcho
St Anne’s hospital Paris
I was in St Anne’s for 3 weeks Although I was recovering from a near death experience, it was tremendous fun. Many of the young nurses were from Niger, a former French colony in Africa Theses young black nurses gossiped, sang, laughed, and introduced me to bed baths and later to the shower chair. They […]