Its a place that everyone knows about but every parent hopes they never have cause to visit!
The Hospital for Sick Children first opened it doors at 49 Great Ormond Street on Valentine's Day 1852 with 10 beds. Today It is considerably bigger but continues to help families of sick children by saving young lives, developing new treatments and offering special care to 192,000 children every year.
I was admitted in 1985 with acute kidney failure, the staff and treatment there saved my life and I have never forgotten how lucky I am to be here and the place and people I have to thank for that (you will never forget the name of the person who keeps your heart beating with their hands!)
This week I had cause to return when my friend's Son was admitted suffering from septic arthritis. He is one of a pair of twins so as well as being in a strange place he, and his Brother, have had to be separated for the first time.
Luckily I work only 10 minutes away so have been able to visit and ferry bits backwards and forwards from home to hospital, dry tears and provide Starbucks.
Its been an emotional time, both returning to the hospital and seeing it through the eyes of an adult and parent and in seeing one of Sophie's playmates in a hospital bed.
Max seems to be responding well but it will take a while for him to recover, he is a brave, sweet little boy and I'd like to ask all of my bloggy pals to send some love his way!
Lots of Love xxxx