Watching somebody die whether it’s from old age or a long term illness is horrible. But so is loosing a child. I’ve been lucky (touching wood frantically!) I have two healthy, clever, bright children. Who do push the limits, who do scream and shout, who do 1001 things they shouldn’t do but overall I always think how lucky I am.
I technically should not be here, I should of died when I was a year old because of NHS waiting lists for open heart surgery. My nan phoned the hospital up and demanded that I had surgery or I wouldn’t be here in a fortnight’s time, luckily a space came open and I had open heart surgery not once but twice and I survived.
I came close to death a 2nd time when I was 18/19, I had appendixes they almost burst, my windpipe collapsed during theater and I had to be revived. (I survived again!).
My third and hopefully last until I’m old and annoying! Was when I had Bell. C-sections are not easy, I lost 2 liters of blood, if they couldn’t get the blood to stop I would of bleed to death.
It goes to show how strong and how advanced the NHS has come. Many people used to die during c-sections, during basic operations.
I feel lucky I am alive!
Embrace life, take it in your hands and don’t look back on the past, unless it’s happy memories of course!