When I was a very young child I spent many months at Black Notley Hospital suffering from bovine TB. Fortunately I was unaware of the significance of my bed being near the door to the corridor and one evening a kind nurse whispered to me that my guardian angels just above that door would always be with me. Following many months with little to amuse me other than to look out across surrounding fields and a distant street light, I was fortunate to make a miraculous recovery and have enjoyed more than sixty years of exceptionally good health, during which time I have had the pleasure of caring for others. I owe my life to my surgeon, Mr Sheppard, of London Road, Chelmsford and dedicated NHS nurses at Chelmsford and Black Notley.
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