For at least 2 years I tried my hardest to build up my strength and get myself walking properly,I’d wear my splints most every day (although I’ll admit not as much as I should have)and attend physio sessions twice weekly. But nothing seemed to work I went from using a manual wheelchair only when traveling… Continue reading Chapter 3
Today is a special day. 10 years ago I was the recipient of a new heart. I was given a new life. And even though things didn’t turn out quite like I’d hoped, I’ll forever be grateful because I’m still here. If you’re reading this and you haven’t joined the organ donor list I urge… Continue reading It’s a very special day!
One of my favourite things to do is read, I’ve been a massive bibliophile for as long as I can remember,but reading is more of a comfort nowadays than it was when I was a child. When I’m reading I can block out the world for a little while,leave myself behind and become whichever character… Continue reading It’s my safety blanket
For the past few weeks I haven’t been feeling myself to be honest. My health has been up and down like a yoyo and I think it’s all got a bit too much. Emotionally I’m exhausted. Fingers crossed my health decides to sort itself out and I start to feel more like myself again asap!… Continue reading I’ve not been feeling myself…
“What if?” I have sat there with that question running through my head on many occasions. I have daydreamed about the life I “should have had” and mourned over the things I will never get to do. I have drifted off to sleep imagining scenarios of the things I might be doing now if life… Continue reading It can get the better of me.
Writing about the start of my journey has brought back a lot of memories, most of which I prefer not to think about ,but believe it or not there are a handful which are not so bad there’s a particular one that can bring a smile to my face even now. During my recovery I… Continue reading Sometimes all we need is a little kindness
I have never been an easy person to get blood from,when I was younger the only place they ever seemed to get it from was my hands, but the years of sticking needles in them has left the veins scarred and now its very rare to get any from there. Most people have the best… Continue reading They like to play hide and seek
Getting up and moving after more than a week of laying in bed was never going to be easy. For me it was a little harder than normal. I was unaware that whilst I was alseep one of the doctors had noticed that my feet had dropped and my toes were touching the bed. Imagine… Continue reading Chapter 2.5 : Up and at em
The day before I had my heart transplant I had gone to a friends birthday party, how strange is that? Less than 24 hours later I was in theatre having surgery to save my life. So, after that 1am phone call it had been a mad rush of bags being packed and family being called… Continue reading Chapter 2: “Dont worry Mum”
Throughout my teens I was never really comfortable with the way I looked. When all the other girls my age seemed to be wearing skinny jeans and ballet pumps of course I wanted to aswell. The problem was my heels don’t touch the floor so wearing slip on shoes is kind of impossible as they… Continue reading Learning to love the skin I’m in