Everyday Champion: Lily Deans

Hello, you!   We need to talk about my gorgeous friend, Lily… An absolute champion who has come through so much. On the 2nd August 2016, Lily’s wonderful dad, Mick Deans, passed away after a valiant battle with a brain tumour. I met Lily that September and we became good pals, she has a heart of solid gold and she’s a brilliant laugh – a highlight of mine was us sitting mid-lecture, desperately refreshing ticket websites to get Take That tickets for our mum’s before they sold out. However, it soon became clear that she wasn’t having the time of her life at uni, as so many people were, but was actually having a really shitty one. Lily messaged me one day to say she’d decided to go home for a bit to sort her head out, I drove her to the station and that was that – she didn’t come back to uni. Here’s the thing though, Lily has watched her dad suffer with his illness, she’s struggled alongside her Mum, Louise, and brother, Harry, with their loss, had a really bloody rough time at uni and she’s STILL STANDING. Here are some things she had to say…  … View Post

The Only One in Your Race

Hello, you!   I’ve been away for a while – after the last health debacle, I felt relatively peachy for a grand week and a half before I felt the pain again. Back to hospital we went and after many doctors and surgeons, I had my appendix taken out. Since then, I’ve been lolloping around in pain, taking my morphine, binge-watching The Blacklist (10/10 would recommend) and waiting to get better! Due to this pain in the arse, persistent illness, I’ve had massive chunks of time taken out of revision which has meant I’ve had to defer to of my uni exams. Although this isn’t the end of the world, I’ll admit, I’m a bit miffed. Some of you might think ‘HOORAY, what’s the miserable cow complaining about?!’ but it’s hard to see everyone celebrating with their prosecco (not that I see the hype, in fairness) while I’m sat on the sofa in my space jimjams (oh yes they made a VALIANT return) unable to celebrate.  At times I thought, ‘ah everyone has finished but I have to wait till summer’ and there have been other times in my life where I’ve felt the same – like when they thought… View Post

Everyday Champions: Nurses of the NHS

Hello, you!   Well, this hasn’t been my finest of months… From mid April I’ve had a stabbing pain in my lower right stomach – after being seen by MANY a consultant ‘is it the appendix?’, ‘is it her ovaries?’, the assumption is that I have a pelvic infection – and so begin two weeks of antibiotics and heavy painkillers. My immune system is practically non-existent so I’ve had a fair few infections in my merry time, but I’ve never known anything like this. Given that doctors couldn’t work out exactly what was causing the pain, even after multiple scans, I was in hospital, discharged and readmitted three lovely times in ten days – demanding painkillers left right and centre.   Notice my snazzy space pyjamas out in full force;)   Now, this isn’t a ‘break out the violins’ post – it’s been horrific but people battle far more troubling illnesses and I, by no means, feel like I’m the worst off. Instead, this post is to talk about the absolutely WONDERFUL nurses I was treated by – the champions of care and kindness. I understand that some people think the NHS is pretty shambolic at the minute, and with waiting times… View Post

To thirteen year old me…

To thirteen year old me,   You’ve just turned thirteen and you’ve stopped sleeping. Let me tell you, kid, this is the start of a very long road, you’ve got five years of illness ahead of you, so buckle up. You’ll have a sleeping disorder for two years, no sedatives will knock you out and box sets will become your best friend. The night can be a lonely place but you’ll get through it, you’ll be awake to see the sun rise, so trust that at the end of the darkness there is always light. Just as you start sleeping properly again you’re going to get hit by chronic pain. You’ll be in hospital six times within two months and the doctors won’t know what causes it; they work it out eventually, keep going. You’ll be loaded up to your eyes on painkillers and experience treatments so agonising you can’t even comprehend the pain and the pain will still be there, but you’ve got to carry on. While this is going on, you’re going to lose the most monumental man you’ve ever known and the pain of it will break you to the point where you feel like you can’t… View Post