My brother, Robert Lindsay Faulks, came into this world at seven months gestation after my mum severely haemorrhaged. It was a long labour, and forceps had to be used, resulting in not only reduced oxygen to the brain, his beautiful head misshapen. The doctor at the delivery (a prominent professor) informed my parents that ‘he’ would not be any good and that they should just forget him and walk away. That was the start of …
