Sitting in a hospital room round the clock is a truly mind-numbing experience. But it can also be a real bonding experience. My brother has now had his surgery for his mouth cancer and is starting the long road to recovery. The doctors are convinced that he will make a full recovery and will be fine. But it won’t be much fun for him getting there. He is showing an amazing emotional resilience and I’m really proud of him. And I feel like I am really contributing to his recovery by being here for him, helping him keep his surgical area clean, intervening with nurses and doctors when he can’t make himself understood (he had a temporary tracheotomy) and making sure that he gets good care from the hospital staff. It’s good be needed and be able to help.