SIR - Reading Mike Priestley's' column (T&A, December 2) brought back vivid memories.
In 1968 our then three-year-old son was suddenly taken seriously ill, diagnosed with nephritis and given a week to live.
Naturally, I offered my kidneys as replacement but technology at that time was not quite there.
We put all our trust in the Children's Hospital and he spent months there. I visited at lunchtimes, as I worked nearby, and my wife visited in the evening while I looked after the two younger children.
Young children were not allowed to visit the hospital, but on occasions we managed to get them on the fire escape steps outside to peer through the windows to see their brother.
The hospital saved our son's life, and we are still all alive to tell the tale.
Gary Lorriman, North Walk, Harden
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