My story is about how life can change so quickly.
We'd
a lovely holiday in Crete - with a group of friends. Holiday
over and on the plane coming home, hubby felt cold and sleepy.
The next day was a nice sunny day; gardening seemed the best
thing to do.
The
following evening, hubby started to feel unwell, gradually
getting worse as the week by. The doctor called twice during
the week as he weakened, all of us thinking he picked up some
bug whilst away.
He
was admitted to hospital and straight into intensive care,
where he lay unconscious and very poorly. Treatment wasn't
working; after the first week I was told he may not make it,
what a shock.
After
going for a short walk in the hospital grounds, I went back
to see him and told him he had to get better and pull himself
together, in other words gave him a good telling off. It worked,
I believe, and from that moment he began to improve. Those
wonderful nurses gave me strength; I will never forget them.
Daily,
I would go in, telling him constantly he was to keep strong
and get better. He was in intensive care for five weeks, three
of which he wasn't with us. My birthday was during this time.
He didn't remember it.
Whilst
he was sleeping the days away, he recalls being on a wonderful
journey to Australia, sailing home on a big ship.
The
day my son and I brought him home was the best birthday present
ever.
By
Margaret Kenworthy
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