No, thank you for asking. He had meningitis when he was a baby as a result of which he had SLD, autism, speech delay and left-sided hemiplegia. He was crazy about pirates, Disney, Harry Potter, Star Wars and girls in bikinis. I'm not at home to martyrdom or pity, I'd much rather have a cold glass of champagne. I thank you.
Well, here's a blog post I never thought I'd write. I'm sorry to tell you that my son died very suddenly and unexpectedly last Saturday. His final words to me were 'can you pass me the scissors?' as he wanted to open a packet of pasta for his lunch. Literally seconds later, he had a massive seizure and his heart stopped. The ambulance was there in a flash and a team of six fought to get his heart started again. We transferred to King's Hospital (who were brilliant) where they tried again but it was no good. They stopped resuscitation after an hour. His time of death was registered as 14.45 but I'm reasonably sure that he died at home. I think he wasn't in any pain. His sister, carer and I sat with him and I'm glad to tell you he looked very peaceful. His poor dad had to fly back from Thailand, where he'd been on business and saw him on Monday. The funeral's not for two weeks or so while they conduct post-mortem tests to confirm a seizure.
Now I must away to tend to my family. If it seems like I'm coping, well, I am. Six months from now I'll be howling at the moon.