A year ago today was the worst night of our lives. I didn’t know if my son would live or die and neither did the doctors.
I can still remember the ambulance ride, the A&E department where I thought I’d somehow ended up in an episode of Grey’s anatomy and the doctor saying all we know is he’s very very ill.
I remember just looking at the door constantly hoping someone would come in and tell me everything was going to be ok. It’s the one night of my life I’d like to forget but the one night I can’t forget and relive in my mind constantly.
Our son is a fighter, he’s head strong and stubborn and doesn’t give up and these were all things I didn’t really know about him until a year ago.
He came out of what happened a different person, but so did the rest of us.
This isn’t a wow is me post, I know we were one of the lucky ones who eventually got the news we wanted after many months of worry and I am thankful for that every single day. I wonder if the memories will fade with time and the fear and dread will leave me or if it’s just something you learn to live with.
This is a be thankful for what you have post. I think this year has taught us all a bit of that anyway. But I have seen how quickly your life can turn upside down and I will never take my families health forgranted.
Although what happened to my son was described to me by the doctor the other day as a blip that they really think won’t reoccur.
It has made me even more determined to be accountable for my own health and fitness and my kids as I know we don’t know what’s round the corner but we can control how we treat our bodies and at least give ourselves a fighting chance if something horrible comes along
This is not a negative post, it’s a year on and although I wish Corona would do one. My son is healthy and here to hug and that’s a positive in my mind.
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