“Under a spinal block, behind my screen, I feel nothing. Drifting in and out of a dream-like consciousness I hear the surgeon discussing serious scalpel stuff. Yikes! That’s major surgery going on there! I wonder why I don’t feel it. Perhaps in a passing moment of apparent distress, my anaesthetist cradles my head, tenderly. ‘Are you alright Paula? Is everything fine, love?’ I will always remember that moment, that lovely man. The human capacity to give love and care, unreservedly, to another.”
