The fares to Brisbane and back were paid for by the Bush Children’s Association. They didn’t do anything in Brisbane, didn’t even want to admit me. Actually what they did was show me to the students so they could study my case.
Was mum mad!
She had a fight with the head doctor and burst into tears. He said to come back later in the year when they would have their new machine.
My doctor was hopping mad and said I was to go to Sydney instead, to see if they could help.
Mum said she couldn’t afford the fare and the Bush Children’s Association refused to pay because it was outside Queensland, so my doctor mentioned it to the publican who took up a collection to pay for my medical attention in Sydney. Ansett-ANA gave us the flights to and fro and our church arranged for mum’s boarding and lodging. The CWA would have arranged it for mum but it would have been too far across town, well away from the hospital.
So when mum came to visit me, she told me all about it. “I stayed with this old lady. She wouldn’t take a penny from me. ‘No, I don’t want a penny from you,’ she said. So whenever I could, I would bring home a nice steak or piece of fish or something and cook it for our dinner.”
The hospital was marvellous. Lovely floors and the nurses so friendly with a TV room for those well enough to get out of bed.
I enjoyed myself.
They did all sorts of tests and then told mum they couldn’t do anything for me.