When eight-year-old Cai Glover briefly recovered consciousness the morning after being rushed into hospital with meningitis, he was in a white room with pictures of Donald Duck and Goofy on the walls.
“I thought I had died,” he says now. “At that age, I had no conception of what heaven would be like but, seeing your favourite characters on the wall? I thought this must be it.”
Then his mother, sitting by his bedside, swam into focus. Glover doesn’t remember this but has been told that he said to her, still semi-delirious, “Mum, the walkie-talkies don’t work.”
At the time, he didn’t know what he was trying to communicate to her, and nor did she – but the following day, it was apparent: his parents’...
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