When doctors told Jane Wilson-Howarth her baby needed major surgery, she feared his life would not be worth living. So she left behind the consultants, the needles, the tests and took him far away to live among the ’sane, baby-loving’ people of Nepal. From The Guardian:
At the next river – the biggest so far – we drove down the bank and plunged in. Clear water surged on to the bonnet and over the windscreen of the Land Cruiser. Three-and-a-half-year-old Alexander whooped with delight and his excitement made little David chuckle. With water churning up to the windows, the river was intimidatingly wide, but it was exciting and exquisite too. At the far bank, we drove up on to a pristine beach. Panicking chickens scattered between thatched huts as we passed under an arch of sprightly bougainvillaea, and pulled up in the courtyard of an imposing two-storey house.
Within minutes of arriving at our new home on Rajapur island, Simon, my husband, was whisked away to meet local farmers. As the incoming water expert, he was expected to offer wise solutions to problems that rival landowners had been squabbling over for generations. He stayed frenetically busy, but the boys and I had the luxury of time: time to explore. Alexander took rides with his special friend the Tractor Man and learned how to feed a new calf. Meanwhile, I could sit with David, soaking up the reviving winter sunshine. He was more peaceful than I had ever known. He was content, and for now, at least, away from life-support machines and probes and drips.
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