Ward 9 West 2 RPAH.

It is four years ago today, that I entered the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital, here in Sydney, to have a total gastrectomy; ( that sound better than having my stomach chopped out).

When I returned home a month or so later, I wrote and posted the following ‘blog’. 

I intend to repost this each year, I will never be able to forget the kindness, and the treatment, I received by nursing staff at the RPA, and though it was suggested to me last year, by one of my readers, that enough is enough, I shall continue each year, as long as I live. There is no obligation for said reader to read, or comment.

For some reason, known only to WordPress, I am unable to re-blog this, so I shall have to copy and paste it from here on in. Thank you.

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One year after the operation, I wrote and illustrated another ‘blog’, which I will not be re-blogging, as WordPress seems to have put a stop on my re-blogging; most of those that follow my ramblings, have read and commented, but for those that came later, and are perhaps curious, here’s a link: and the “Best of British” to you.



Sometime ago, actually a long time ago, back in 1965 or it may have been 1966 I was wandering along William Street in Melbourne just up from Collins Street, (I stand to be corrected on this; that’s of course if my sister recalls that day) with a female workmate who’s name long escapes me when I was addressed by a young woman with a boyfriend. “Hello Brian” said she, or words to that effect, and being ever courtious I returned the greeting, with an apology that her face though familiar I was unable to place her and couldn’t remember her name.

I was then told “I’m your sister Carole!”

For the past forty years I’d venture it’s safe to say that one of the biggest peeves Kerry has had with me is my inability to remember people, names and faces and to connect them up correctly. I know I’ve had this failing and being a conceited sort of bloke have never bothered to correct or even acknowledge it openly.

On the afternoon of Thursday 25th June I was wheeled from the ICU, somewhere in the bowels of the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital through a myriad of corridors passageways lifts/elevators over what felt like cattle grids to wind up in what is known as W9W2 at the RPAH. My home from home for the next 28 days and a world of wondrous people. The staff of Ward 9 West 2.

I have no intention of going into the good bad and ugly of my time there; another time perhaps I shall bore you exceedingly with gory details but not for now. This post is a thank you from me and my acknowledgement of amazing people.

But the strangest thing of all happened, I could remember everybody’s name, everybody’s face, a new smiling face would appear and tell me their name and the face and smile and name would stick in my memory doped up as I possibly was and many sounding similar. There were some I saw but once and others for my entire stay. I shall endeavour to acknowledge them all.

One of the first was Sarah when first we met I was told that Sarah did a mean Taylor Swift I asked who is Taylor Swift, I still don’t know I just hope that this Taylor Swift can do a mean Sarah, now that would be something! There was Emelo, and I’d get tongue tied trying to say it, so I called her Emilio which she said was fine and I wouldn’t be the only one to call her that, I think she gets called Melly. And dear little Penelope who didn’t like her name because people called her Penny Lope, so I told her the story of Odysseus and Penelope the Faithful wife which seemed to please her and her chums call her Penny.

There was Shahn and Emma, Lucy and Freya, ‘Lilah and Lyn, gloriouly freckled LeeAnn who I forgave for referring to her mum as ‘Mom’ , Alexis and Anna, Laura and Lyn, Kate and Rosie who came to me in the middle of the night. Cheryl, Michelle and Brittany.

Then there are the young men of 9W2 fine young men and nurses all, How can I forget Steve I called him ‘The Bosun’ he seemed to be there in command of the wheel when the seas got rough, and Callum who shaved my face and made me presentable and stood over me while I took my 20 or so pills and tablets and would brook no nonsense. Anthony and Brendan, and Chan and Lachlan who came and were gone.

Too, the student nurses from ACU, Joanne and Bjorn; poor Joanne was petrified when first she saw me with my 7 or 8 tubes and pipes and whatnot hanging out she ran past me as if I was Boo Radley.

Riding shotgun  and wielding his great stockwhip over all this was NUM. He is anything but numb. NUM the Nurse Unit Manager Mark.

Of course there are many more involved in the operation of 9W2, but for this post I just wanted to say thank you to the nursing staff for all the kindness and help during my days and nights with you I hope that I have remembered you all as you so rightly deserve to be remembered my apologies to any I may have missed.

Oh Dear 🙄 I forgot Mary!

No I haven’t really, who can ever forget Mary, the first night she took over my care she called me a young whippersnapper; and she wasn’t joking. She accidentally let it slip the year she started working as a nurse, so she was entitled to call me what she did. Two pennyworth of ha’pennies tall she read without glasses and could flip me over without nonsense, she is held in awe by all except we patients; we hold her in fear; no, not really she is an amazing, wonderful lady.

19 thoughts on “Ward 9 West 2 RPAH.

  1. Brian,
    I feel much better ……………. I actually remember this blog.

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    1. So you’re not suffering the Big “A” after all then Neill 😛


  2. Yep, I remember all that. Especially since your surgery was only a few months after mine.

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    1. There was you; Carolyn (doesitevenmatter3), and me all done around the same time and I wouldn’t mind betting there were a couple of others in our ‘group’ done too! 😈 Time flies when you’re having fun Susan 🙂

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    2. I’m so glad you are a survivor and are still with us, “PiedType”! 🙂
      Carolyn 🙂


  3. I remember reading this one too. You’ve done extremely well Brian.
    I had a little trouble re-blogging one of mine and I’ve heard someone else say the same thing. I managed to do it in the end by bypassing the App and going online to the site itself.

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    1. Yes but you’re a lot smarter when it comes to this stuff than I’ll ever be 😥

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      1. Thank you very much Brian. There are occasions when I have to sit back and wonder what on earth someone is talking about and in those situations Just like you I bypass them!😀


  4. I’m so sorry you had to go through so much, Brian. 😦
    I’m SO glad you are still with us! We need you! And I’m so grateful for all of those who cared so wonderfully for you! 🙂

    Yes, 2019 is 4 years for me, too. Officially, the first part of September. 🙂
    And here I am, still alive, still pestering people! 😉 😈 😛
    I’m proof that the saying, “Only the good die young” is true! 😉 😛 HA! 😀

    (((HUGS))) and ❤ to you and TWO and Coco!!! 🙂

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    1. I’m not sorry Carolyn, just glad I didn’t gave to go through the alternative, a slow agonizing death,
      I mentioned in my reply to PiedType/Susan up above that you she and I have that in common, we all had cancer ops that year and we all beat the horror, hopefully. 😛 😀 😈
      Did you check out the link see the pictures? Obviously I was a nut case! 👿 😁 🐶🐾 🐻😅🍻

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      1. I DID see your pics in the link! 😮
        Again, I’m so glad you are here to reblog about all of that! 🙂
        PS… 😈 :mrgreen: 😛 😎 😛 👿 😁 🐶🐾 🐻😅


  5. I hope you reblog this for many years to come.

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    1. Would be nice Andrew I’m just taking one decade at a time now though 😛

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  6. A splendid traditional tribute – may it long continue

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  7. Sounds like the brain did a bit of re-wiring while the docs did the re-plumbing? Strange but happy side effect (Wonder if there’s been studies on major procedures and brain taking the oportunity of done time to tinker on its’ own…Kind of like you never have time to update/redesign a blog while blogging?)
    Cheered you and all of that date in the hospital are doing so well. They always say the tough and ornery survive – y’all can pick which fits HaHa
    Lovely tribute to those who work so hard, are so skilled, and have such great compassion.
    Happy Day and celebration


  8. Being able to suddenly remember names, when it wasn’t a previous talent, does suggest you had a bit of ‘rewiring’ done while in surgery! So glad the op was successful, and you are here to do the re-blogging! Long may it continue!

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