Not easy seeing his body go limp as the anaesthetic takes effect. A strange calmness as we wait. Anxious but calm. We busy ourselves with packing up his bed space. He will be in High Dependancy Unit if all goes well. Go to the park across the road, do a couple of turns on the zip line. When the phone goes, the heart starts racing. We dash through the corridors to get to his bed. 6 hours of surgery! Can't describe the joy as we see him lying there in pain, clearly been through the mill, but alive! We escort the bed from recovery to HDU. Along the way they want to give him more drugs, 'please, no thank you' he says. Just wants to be left alone. Tears fill our eyes. How proud we are, that he remembers his manners in such circumstances.