Saying goodbye to the various nurses, doctors and other hospital staff who had spent the last few months looking after me was actually quite emotional. Perhaps because of the small team that worked in the unit I had been kept in, we had all gotten to know each other very well.
Category Archives: My Story
BA 13: A Stunning Weekend
I was heading to London to take part in an event hosted by the British Heart Foundation. The Weekend Stunner. It was a three day residential event that would allow us to take part in activities and…
PA 13: What Happens Next?
I was starting to feel a whole lot more human again and although I was still being monitored for several things (I can’t remember what they were and am not absolutely sure I knew even back then), my doctors were very happy with the progress that was being made…
BA 12: What We Did In The Shadows
I walked into the ward they had assigned me for my first day and stuck my head into the office, asking if anyone knew the whereabouts of the doctor I was due to be shadowing. A nurse led me quickly to a room near the far end of the ward.
The doctor looked like a deer in the headlights…
PA 12: All Eyes On Me
One thing I was allowed to do now that I was making progress in my recovery, was go out into the real world. That didn’t mean a quick breath of cold air by the doorway of the hotel or a roll around the hospital grounds but actually out into the city…
BA 11: From A Certain Point Of View
Back home meant back to school, even whilst continuing the powerful drug therapy that was fighting to stop an aggressive bacterial infection slowly eating away at my heart. (Can you tell I enjoy a bit of drama?)…
PA 11: One Small Step
After weeks of lying in bed, the freedom of getting in a wheelchair had been one of the greatest feelings I’d had in a very long time. However, this had simply been a stepping stone, something to keep me moving forwards until I was ready for what came next…
BA 10: Supply Shortages
After thinking I was going into hospital for a minor procedure, only to find out that I was being prepared for open heart surgery, the only logical thing to do was drive a couple of hundred miles to Southport beach and hide out for a week…
PA 10: The Most Wonderful Time
At the beginning of December of 2012, I had the faintest hope that I might actually be out of the hospital and home for Christmas day. This was despite almost every single person I spoke to telling me it was very unlikely…
BA 9: Sun, Sea and Surgery
It was midsummer in the year 2012, with the hot sun scorching the cracked paving stones of Glasgow when I showed up to hospital in innocence, expecting to undergo a simple keyhole procedure to help with the troublesome infection which had been plaguing me for many moons…