I was sent a card to enter the Royal Free Hospital, December 1944. I was working as a Clarke in the main post office in Wood Green the day before the operation. I went into the hospital for the fateful operation that was to ruin my life. A simple operation it was said, and a few tests were made before the operation.
On my return to the ward I woke up, found a tube attached to my nose and mouth. Not until I fully recovered from the anaesthetic did I find I could not speak.
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In Spite of Great Adversity
Художественная прозаThey said it would be a simple operation. They said he was one of the country's greatest surgeons. They were wrong. In 1944, under the knife of a renowned throat surgeon, Alice Hayes' life becomes irreparably damaged. While her husband is away fi...
