Malcolm; You've been through it, mate. In those days, words like 'trauma' and 'stress' weren't in vogue, but you must have suffered both. Your family must have suffered as well; in those days there would have been no guarantee that your surgery would work - but thank God it did! It was a heck of a risk for your family to take. I bet you weren't consulted at the time. -----Original Message----- From: M BOWKER - Email Address: bowker288@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent On: 20/08/2012 21:44 Sent To: Guide Chat - Email Address: guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [guide.chat] Part 5. new school. When I left junior school I was told by my mother that I was going to a new school that she had got me into after a lot of fighting to get me in there. It was an experiment that the education were trying out for the partially sighted. This one classroom would be in a main stream secondary school. So after the summer holidays I would be going there. I had to go to the local bus stop and a special bus would pick me up every day and bring me home again. I missed taking my eleven plus because I also had a letter to say I had to go for another operation on my mouth. I went to the hospital in Whthenshaw. It was the old R. A. F. huts that had been turned into wards. This time the operation was going to be a lot different to the one I had at the age of three. So I was admitted and for a couple of days they left us to get to know the other kids in there. Then its started. I was taken down as they say and had a lot of skin taken of my legs. Some time later they took me down again and when I came round I had what we nicknamed a sausage. They had made my skin grow into what looked like a sausage , it was about an inch thick and about ten inches long. It had been stitched to the inside of my right arm and the other end fastened to the side of my rib cage. This had to be left to grow to a certain size then they would cut it off and use the new groan skin to make a new pallet. After some weeks I was taken down again for the big operation. I don't know how long it took but it was a long time. I spent the next two weeks recovering . Every day I had penicillin injections and for the first week I had raw eggs to eat and nothing else. This was because I had 59 cat gut stitches down the middle of my new palate. Going from the front to the back of my mouth. These were about half an inch long and irritated mi to the point of madness. After that I went to Conway for three months convalescence.. part 6 to follow. love Malcolm. xxxx. Cheshire, skype name, malcolmbo1 You Said. ----- No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 2012.0.2197 / Virus Database: 2437/5211 - Release Date: 08/20/12