The surgery was said to take around 6-8 hours, I woke up on Sunday morning/afternoon after just under 5 hours. I have little memory of when I came out. Friends and family have given me different accounts of the day I came out of surgery. From the operating theatre, I was brought to the intensive care unit. Only two people were allowed to visit at a time. My family who accompanied me to the hospital the previous day had stayed at the hospital all night whilst the surgery was going on. I was so out of it from the drugs they had given me, that all day I was in and out of sleep. I remember opening my eyes at times and seeing and recognising certain people. I remember having a moment when I opened my eyes and saw my ex-girlfriend I smiled as I didn’t expect her to be there. Every person I saw I was appreciative of the time they had given up for me. Now knowing that I had so many people waiting with me in the hospital whilst the surgery went on makes me feel emotional, its difficult to desc...
A personal reflection on chronic illness, mental health, and the quiet weight of being the person others rely on. This blog explores grief, identity, and the difficult process of learning to live — not just survive.