This post was born between Christmas and a new year, surely a time of celebration, thanksgiving and reflection for all our readers, and amplified for many people like me by our Christian faith and values.
Being an infant pyloric stenosis (“PS”) survivor also adds to this time of the year: life-saving surgery leaves people like me with much more than the typical parent tales of the cute things we did when we were very young. PS survivors of anywhere like my vintage (1945) usually have an ugly scar and were perhaps psychologically affected. However, our scar also reminds many of us at least daily that our life was saved and greatly extended thanks to the admittedly crude surgery and long before we were conscious of it!
For me that happened more than 69 years ago, and the passing years make me increasingly grateful for a rich and happy life.
Early this month I came across a weblink to a British newspaper article that reminded me that being a PS survivor affects many people this way. A local songwriter penned a Christmas song (Would you believe Father Christmas has a twin?) and created a CD around it to raise funds for kidney research at Sheffield Children’s Hospital.
Reading this also reminded me how many PS people who mention their survival story online also express their gratitude for being a survivor, despite their often strong feelings about a disfiguring and embarrassing scar and ongoing trouble with what are suspected as being long-term effects of the condition or the operation.
We all agree that our world is far from perfect, and that the same is true of our bodies and emotions, even without having had infant surgery. But life can be pretty good despite this!
Thank you also to my readers for your interest, encouragement and responses. Best wishes for 2015!