If it wasn’t for NHS, I wouldn’t be here today

RE: 160 Years of hospital history by Victoria Seymour, Observer, January 10. In July 1948 the NHS began and I write in respect with its performance with regards me.

I was four years old when my family doctor began to visit me daily at my home after an operation I had in the Royal Sussex Hospital when situated in Cambridge Road.

I have mentioned this once before in a book published by Hastings Writers entitled Diamonds.

I read this article by Victoria Seymour with great interest.

My parents actually had signed me out of hospital as I was having difficulty eating an egg with a tablespoon (left to my own devices) – after I had been transferred from, I presume, a private ward to a children’s ward.

I had been admitted to have large tonsils removed. I have no idea what actually happened except they had to use gas to put me out. They put this large rubber thing in my mouth and I remember fighting it. After, they tried to wake me but found it very difficult, (to this day I still find I have to sleep a lot) – couldn’t even tempt me with ice cream.

Anyway I have no clue whether my parents had spoken to Dr Cutler first. I will always have faith in what he did for me, nursing me back to health.

I understand from my teenage years that he had gone with some of his family in a light aircraft to spend some time on a holiday, but they never returned and I believe I heard they had vanished. Whether they had crashed or were found I don’t know to this day. At the time he was a GP in the surgery in High Street.

I have great faith in the NHS to this day. I know mistakes can be made, but I also know we are and even they are only human. If it wasn’t for the NHS, I may not be here today. I know it is still doing its best for me.


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