thought for a moment. âThere is a sanatorium that offers specialized treatment. I believe it offers the best care not only in Wales, but the whole of Britain, although Iâm not sure theyâll take a patient in your fatherâs advanced condition. It is called Craig-y-Nos, in the Swansea Valley.â
âWill you at least ask if he can go there?â Victor looked up when Lloyd and Sali returned. Both were dry-eyed but their eyes were dark with misery.
Dr Williams turned from Sali and Lloyd back to Victor. âIâll telephone the sanatorium, and talk to the doctor in charge there. Iâll let you know what he says.â
âPacking for France?â Sali asked Harry the next morning when she walked into his bedroom to find his trunk open and his clothes strewn over his bed.
âUnpacking to stay.â
She sat on his bed. âDarling, Lloyd and I have discussed this. We canât do anything for Edyth except pray, follow Doctor Williamsâs advice, and allow him and the nurses to care for her until she regains consciousness. Hopefully, we will find somewhere that can offer your granddad better treatment than the isolation ward of the Graig, but even if we do, we wonât be allowed to visit him very often and possibly not at all. Whether we like it or not, we have to get on with our lives as best we can.â
Harry shook his head. âIâm not going to Paris while Granddad and Edyth remain in hospital.â
âThat could be months in both cases.â Lloyd was in the doorway. âIâve just talked to Victor on the telephone. Doctor Williams has asked us to call into his surgery at four oâclock this afternoon.â
âCan I come with you?â Harry asked.
Lloyd recalled how Harry had sat with his father the day before, and how close they were. âIâm sure he wonât mind one more.â
Sali rose from Harryâs bed. âIâll stay here with the girls, and invite Megan and Rhian and their children over for tea. Theyâre bound to be feeling as wretched as we are.â
Dr Williams sent his receptionist to fetch an extra chair when Harry walked in with his father and uncles. He waited until she closed the door before speaking. â
I have spoken to the doctor in charge of the sanatorium I told you about.â He cleared his throat. âPerhaps it would be better if I started at the beginning. The Welsh Memorial Trust bought Craig-y-Nos Castle after its owner, Madame Patti, died seven years ago. She was wealthy enough to live anywhere in the world but she chose Craig-y-Nos because she was very particular about her health, especially her throat and lungs. The air there is supposed to be especially beneficial and healthy, so theyâve turned the castle into a sanatorium for patients suffering from chest ailments, principally tuberculosis. An old colleague of mine, Doctor George Adams, has been running it for the past five years. Heâs the foremost expert on lung disease in Britain. But itâs expensive â¦â
âMoneyâs no object when it comes to Dadâs care,â Joey interrupted. âNot if thereâs a chance of curing him.â
âNo one can cure your father, Joey. All Doctor Adams will be able to offer your father, thatâs if he can offer him anything,â Dr Williams qualified, âis a more comfortable end to his days.â
Victor swallowed hard. âBut he will take Dad as a patient?â
âHeâs agreed to look at his clinical notes. Iâll put them in the post today.â
âIâll drive there tomorrow and hand them to him,â Harry volunteered. He looked at his father and uncles. âIt makes sense. One of us should look at the place and talk to the doctor. Dad and Mam canât go, not with Edyth in hospital, and you two wonât want to go far from Pontypridd while Granddad is here. If Doctor Adams agrees to take Granddad, all I have
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