When I was a toddler, my mother noticed when changing my nappy, the creases on my buttocks didn't match. She had pointed it out to the local health nurse and also the doctor several times, but they didn't seemed to be too concerned, and would just say, 'she's a slow baby.' My mother had heard from her neighbour that a new doctor had come to town, so she took me to see him. The doctor checked me over and agreed with my mother that there was something seriously wrong. Here I was at the age of two, and could not stand nor crawl. An X-ray was done of my hips and just two hours later, he drove to our home and mother still shudders remembering seeing the doctor running up the driveway, shouting out to her to quickly get that baby into the cot. I was then flown to Melbourne Epworth Hospital where an orthopaedic surgeon operated on me. The X-rays had showed complete dislocation, with the right femur having no ball or socket and the left femur having a malformed head. After a major operation, I was then placed into an A frame plaster cast from waist to ankles for a year. How my mother coped with bathing me particularly with my long hair was to lie me on the kitchen table with my head over the edge with a bucket underneath.