And so one day becomes another and Darryl appears to be blissfully unaware of the emotional rollercoaster going on around him. I joked with my brother Len, who selflessly came down again to help us out today, that if and when Darryl is well enough to know what’s been going on here I ‘m going make him pay! Now that’s a Tui billboard in the making. I would gladly forgo a lifetime worth of fatherly lectures just to see him smirking knowingly back at me as he does, as if to say “no big deal Dad”.
Today went a bit pear shaped as they say, as Darryl was scheduled to have what they call a ‘peg’, put in his stomach. This is a tube they put into his stomach wall that they can pass food through directly into his stomach. This means they can remove the feeding tube that runs down his nose and the back of his throat. It is a better long term option for feeding, albeit I don’t anticipate they will be piling Darryl’s favourite meals of cottage pie or roasts down it any time soon.
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