This is where I was born.

My Mum was 21 years old and had been ripped from her entire family to follow my Dad there. She was 5 months pregnant when she left England.

I was the youngest person EVER on record (for a while and maybe still) to have contracted menigitis.

I was less than 24 hours old.

I should have died. But didn’t.

My youngest son was born in Lisburn, Ulster. He was 6 weeks old (we’d moved to the UK en route to Gibraltar) when he contracted meningitis.

He should have died. But didn’t. God Bless the Royal Gwent in Newport, South Wales.

I had ZERO idea about the Massacre at Alexandra Hospital.

P.S. The only reason that I took the opportunity to go back to Singapore was to visit the BMH and get a full record of my birth.

Business intervened and no one told me that it’s closed. Wiped out of history.