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Scam, kidnap by South African police

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MJoTAtalks: Fiction. The Irish Rose (c) 2001, SJ Dodgson.

Listen to the fictional story based on these facts about Dr Patience:

-she was a medical graduate

-she was Irish

-she worked in Sheffield hospitals immediately after graduating from Queens University in 1940 until she moved to London in 1944

-her appendix burst in Sheffield while she was working after she had told her superior that she believed she had acute appendicitis

-her parents in Belfast were sent a telegram saying she would not survive the night and asking them to come to her

-she never forgave her parents for not even making an attempt to come to her

These facts were all I had. The story I wove together from the facts and historical record.

Listen to the story by clicking on the sound icon below.

Dr MCH Dodgson

Michael Cecil Heathfield Dodgson MD BS(Univ London) FRCPath

born 26 Oct, 1919, Mayfield, England

died 11 Jan 1988, Prince of Wales Hospital, Randwick, Sydney, Australia

My father died in January 1988, a day after I knew that I was expecting my third child.

The last thing I said to him, in a phone call to his hospital bed, was that I was pregnant.

He could hardly talk, he had told me a few days before that dying was fine, he did not know why everyone was making such a fuss. But the last conversation, after which he slipped into a coma, he told me "this is awful" and then with all his strength, he told me "I love you.". The only time in my life I ever remembered hearing that from him. The doctor, with his final breath, was giving his daughter what she needed to hear.

My mother graduated from Queen's University School of Medicine in 1940 and was immediately swept up in the war effort in England.

She worked hard through her own burst appendix and bombs dropping around the hospitals in Sheffield and London and before too long caught the eye of a young medical student at St Thomas' Hospital, London.

Dr H Patience Uprichard married Dr MCH Dodgson on January 25th, 1945, and waved him goodbye as he sailed off to Burma for 2 years with the British Army to finish World War II and mop up afterwards.

Daily letters followed, full of love and promises of a bright future.

Michael returned, settled down to a career in Pathology and finally the first child was born in London in 1949, Robert Michael Dodgson.

Since my mother's career was effectively finished at this time, she decided to do child-bearing properly, giving birth to William John Dodgson 12 months later also in London; me in Bristol 14 months later and then also in Bristol Patrick William Dodgson 12 months after that.

William John died in infancy. and is buried near our Dodgson grandparents in Eastbourne, England.

If you look at Michael's publication list, you see he had a paper published on an idiot brain one month after my birth, which was 13 months after John died.

Did Michael autopsy John's brain and write about it? Very possibly. Michael's relief from pain was always in the lab, always in writing and analyzing.

Meanwhile Michael's career in Pathology was not progressing as fast as he liked, and we had moved to Manchester which I remember as being gray at all times. My father clearly missed the warm air and blue skies of Asia, and meanwhile the British Government was desperately trying to prop up a dying Empire by paying most of the costs of moving British people to its colonies.

And so, following a trend, one morning Michael woke and announced to Patience that they were moving to New Zealand and he was flying out in a week. My mother told me that her last words to her father-in-law and mother-in-law were that she did not want to go, this was not her idea.

In June 1957 Patience packed up and moved us to Belfast for 6 months, where we watched Sputnik in the sky. In December 1957 my brothers and I climbed onto the ship named the Southern Cross for a 7-week voyage.

The trip of a lifetime from Liverpool through the Caribbean, across the Panama Canal, through the South Pacific to Wellington, New Zealand! Unfortunately I was only 6. Gosh! In Panama we were sitting under trees at night when the adults were drinking things that made them mellow.

In Fiji I remember eating watermelon. Maybe for the first time.

Tight-rope walking on the ship's rails and a kidnapping attempt of the Robert in Fiji. Samoa, I remember dancing.

Trying to keep 3 hyperactive children from falling overboard exhausted my mother, and when we arrived in Wellington, my father put her in a hotel room by herself for several days. And she slept a long, long time.

New Zealand was paradise for Patience and all of us. We lived on the top of a hill in a house on the grounds of Cook Hospital, where all food was grown and power generated. Patience did not work for money, and gave birth in 1959 to my youngest brother, a very blond Charles Heathfield Dodgson. My Charlesy.

My father was the only pathologist in Gisborne, and I found out years later, was the only neuropathologist in the entire country of New Zealand.

On Oct 1, 1960, the day the British rulers left both Cyprus and Nigeria, our British family left New Zealand, by boat, and traveled 6 days to Australia, the land of birth of Caroline Tooth Dodgson, my father's grandmother. Michael immediately started work as a hospital pathologist in a University hospital in Sydney.

Two years after that, Patience was crippled with arthritis. She went from running rapidly everywhere to being scarcely able to hobble. And she was only 47.

Michael could not handle his strong companion suddenly becoming needy, and ran off with a young Scottish woman who was his lab technician. After a week, he came back to the house, but was fired from his job, and after that had jobs all around Sydney.

A few years later, the young woman's husband committed suicide and came back to Michael, so he set up house with her 1,500 miles away from Sydney, in Adelaide.

A year after living with my father, she committed suicide, so after that he frequently came back to visit for a week or so or a month or so. Usually right after his latest girlfriend had realized that he might not be the prize she hoped.

Patience never knew when a taxi would pull up, and he was always welcomed. Except in 1977 when he decided to return to live with my mother permanently so he could access the libraries of Sydney. She told me to tell him that she was too sick to cook for him and care for him, he had to leave, but was always welcome back for visits.

In 1985 Michael was on his way to England to collect his inheritance from his brother Tony, and was staying at Patience's house. Patience knew the symptoms of prostate cancer and called in a local physician to look at Michael and get him admitted to a hospital.

List of publications of Dr MCH Dodgson in Pubmed.

The main blood streams in the reptile heart.


St Thomas Hosp Gaz. 1946 Jun;44:95-100

Anomalous horizontal lamination of nerve cells in the supragranular cortex of an idiot brain.


J Neurol Neurosurg Psychiatry. 1951 Nov;14(4):303-7

Sensory neuropathy associated with carcinoma of the esophagus; report of a case.


Ann Intern Med. 1953 Jan;38(1):130-5.

Formation of neurofibrils in the brain of a human foetus 28 weeks old.


Nature. 1953 Aug 29;172(4374):404

A second case in the same family of congenital familial cerebral lipoidosis resembling amaurotic family idiocy.


Arch Dis Child. 1954 February; 29(143): 48–54.

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The prenatal pathology of the central nervous system.


J Ment Sci. 1954 Jul;100(420):670-7. 

Chronic cerebral hypertensive disease.


Lancet. 1954 Oct 16;267(6842):770-4.


Nature. 1962 Nov 17;196:698-9



Australas Ann Med. 1963 Aug;12:221-9.

Why are there so few neuropathologists in Australia?

Dodgson MC.

Med J Aust. 1973 Jun 30;1(26):1316-7.

The baton was passed. Following, the first academic paper of SJ Dodgson.

Studies on monotreme proteins. IV. Amino acid sequence of haemoglobin-IA of the echidna; a comparison of major haemoglobins from two geographical groups of echidnas.

Dodgson SJ, Fisher WK, Thompson EO.

Aust J Biol Sci. 1974 Apr;27(2):111-5

My mother loved La Perouse, and she often went there to look at the sea, look at the Aborigines handling snakes and selling boomerangs. The pictures above I took in La Perouse when I went home to Australia last year for 6 weeks with my remaining brothers, Patrick and Charles.

When I got back to Charles' house, I told him I needed to go there to say good-bye to our mother. And that when I was there, she gave me a lesson, as she always did when I was with her. I bought fish and chips, and I thought it was cute that a seagull hopped on the table to talk to me. Wrong! He was there to steal my fish, which he did rapidly. The 4 seagulls above enjoyed it.

That was my mother's lesson: a predator is a predator even if he looks cute. Be on your guard.

Charles told me on the day our mother died, in Prince Henry Hospital, maybe a mile away, he immediately drove to La Perouse to sit there and remember her

Dr Patience loved the water, the power and the might and the changes in light and energy. Now I know why I do too, and at every opportunity, find an ocean to walk along, smell, listen to.

I wish my children had known my mother. Known her wisdom, known her knowledge, listened to her soft Irish voice, known how much she loved them.

At this time in my life, I wonder what was so important to me that took me away from my family in Australia, what was so important that I was so far away when both of my parents died. If I have any regrets for how I have chosen to pass my years, that is my greatest.

That was the beginning of the end. Michael knew he was dying, and rather than take any medicines, he decided instead to travel to Burma, to spend time in England, and in Germany, and 3 weeks in the United States.

When he was in America he spent most of his time going to libraries and listening to orchestras playing. When I dropped him off at the airport he told me "Su, don't work so hard. Listen to music more!"

When we heard in 1987 that Michael was in the final stages of prostate cancer, my brother flew to Townsville to collect him so he could die in the family house. In his last week he was taken to hospital for hospice care, and his last words were "Patience!" Complicated love story.

Michael died in January 1988, 8 months before my third son was born in Philadelphia. Allister Michael Dodgson Blossfeld has Dad's height, and his gorgeous big brown eyes.