“Mummy, my throat hurts.” That is what I remember of the descent into hell. From a darkened room, a cold wet cloth over my forehead, my stomach churning; to a hospital isolation ward full of […]
“Mummy, my throat hurts.” That is what I remember of the descent into hell. From a darkened room, a cold wet cloth over my forehead, my stomach churning; to a hospital isolation ward full of […]