This Australia Day, I feel gratitude that my son is OK
I began writing this on the 25th day of January.
It's 10.30am in the Coronary Care Unit of Royal Prince Alfred Hospital on Eora country, and the room where my son laid in, is empty.
Since after Boxing Day, he has battled his way through a heart attack, angiogram and now to this moment. Surgeons are implanting a defibrillator on him to keep this young Yanyuwa Kuku-Yalanji man of 25 years, strong of heart.
I sit in the waiting room as the clock ticks by with my youngest son in the operating theatre.