When I first met Mr Marsh, I had no idea who he was.
He came off as abrupt, eccentric
and if I’m honest a little intimidating.
But once you look beyond this demeanour and see the true sincerity of his benevolence, you’re given an insight into what greatness truly is.
His compassion towards his patients and their family members was moving and he would come in on his days off to see how they were doingafter having lifesaving brain surgery.
It amazes me to think that this man
has seen a part of me that I will never see,
a place where every dark secret, sin, good and bad thoughts, loving feelingsand hatred is stored.
Without a doubt he saved my life,
although I can’t help but wonder how many failed operations it took to reach this level of excellence?
The burden of life and death that overshadows each critical fated incision is ineffable. The magnitude of pressure that comes with performing intricate turn of the tide operations must have weighed down on him like Atlas holding
up the sky on his shoulders.
I met Mr Marsh again 12 years later, he didn’t recognise me but mused at the scars on my head before declaring
“I take it I worked on you!”
What do you say to the man who saved your life?
Thank you and shake his hand? (It doesn't seem enough)
Mr Marsh in my opinion is what a true hero looks like,
he seemed genuinely pleased I was doing okay and even let me have my picture be taken with him
I’m forever grateful for his help
and feel privileged to be one of his success stories.