Kevin

Hello my name is Kevin. I was born in June 1964 in Mashad, South of Iran. Two weeks before my birthday, I was playing in the sitting room with my sister. My mum came in the room and told my sister to look after me as she was going to hang the washing out side. I was playing with my sister who was five years old at the time. We were playing, but she left the room, I got close to the open fire and caught fire. I was wearing plastic clothing which got stuck to my body. By the time I got to hospital more then eighty percent of my body was burnt. When the doctor visited me he said I had no chance of surviving. They told my mum that she would have to leave me in hospital there is not much that can be done about the burns so deep. My mum decided to take me home; if I have no chance of surviving I might as well die at home, but the hospital wouldn’t let me go home unless she signed the dispatch form. They eventually took me home and mum started to use home medicine. In those days each tube of cream for burns cost about fifteen dollars which was a lot of money. All the doctors at the hospital said I had no chance to live. But after three weeks of home nursing from my mother and my aunty, a nurse working in hospital, things improved. She used to come and see me every morning before work and afternoon before she went home. I was very lucky to have a relation who worked in a hospital and she could keep an eye on me and get my medicine at a discount price (as she was member of the hospital). Occasionally she got a doctor to come and visit me. Due to the type of clothing I was waring at the time of the accident, it got stuck to my body and they said the only way to get it out of my body would be plastic surgery. This story goes back forty years but we’ll make the story short. Almost every second day I had at least a few doctors coming to visit me and discuss the best way to go around my treatment. The time went by very quickly and they had to remove some of the clothing as the new skin started to grow and I had some infections. I was heavily loaded with antibiotics and getting very weak as I was just two years old. The final vote was for me to get a surgeon from overseas because of my mother’s braveness and knowing someone in the hospital they decided to get the specialist.

After six weeks my aunty comes by one morning and she said that she has the best news for my family-I can have an operation and we don’t have to pay for it. The best news you could give to my family. I had four operations back then; I am always thinking about what my family has gone through, they were the brave ones mot me! Since I have been in Austria I had to do two more operation, I gust I am very lucky to be alive and enjoy the life spicily her in Perth witch I love it very much, I been in Australia twenty-two year and I have been all state and I can sea that Perth is the best place for me to live and I owe my life to my mother love her form my bottom of my heart. Many thanks