For my final major project at university, I have dedicated myself to sharing inspirational stories in the hope that it will benefit and inspire others. This was inspired by my own life experiences and ultimately my Mum. I'm a strong believer in positivity and paving your own path in life, nothing is set in stone and you really can better yourself if you try. Of course, some things are out of our control, but the way in-which we handle these situations, and the way we approach life after, are completely our choice.
So, here it goes.
When I was 10 my mum suffered from a Subarachnoid Haemorrage. She'd been ill for a few weeks and one morning I was woken up for school by my Grandparents not my Dad. They took me and my sister to school like normal, saying my mum had just gone for another check up. Early afternoon I was called out of class and met my dad in reception. My sister was there and my Dad's best friend who had travelled all the way from Liverpool to help my Dad out. (About four hours) He took us home and sat us down and told us my mum was really ill. We weren't allowed to see her that day, I think deciding how much to share with a 10 year old and a 12 year old was one of the hardest bits for my dad.
Admittedly, most of the memories are blurred out to me too, I was young and didn't fully understand, my younger brother was very young at the time and has very little recollection of the events, let alone what life was like before. I remember visiting my mum for the first time. She was in intensive care, with half her head shaved, and a ventilator breathing for her. I passed out and woke up with all the nurses looking over me, that's a fun memory that was the start of me passing out quite often at the thought of blood/when I hurt myself.
We were told she had very little chance of survival. Haemorrages get more severe dependant on how long they bleed for, and as it wasn't discovered prior to it bleeding, my Mum had suffered brain damage through it. My Dad never lost hope, and kept us all positive. She remained in a coma for a number of weeks, and there wasn't much to suggest she'd recover. As you can guess from all the smiling high-quality photos, the impossible did happen. She fought and she woke up. She was paralysed completely in her right hand side for a few weeks but also got the movement back, however the feeling is still limited. Over the next few months she learnt to talk again and walk. She caught MRSA so had a setback, but left hospital in October, just 4 months after being admitted. Later on, she begun to be able to write and read again. The whole thing was a whirlwind with her growing each day and recovering more and more.
|My mum and her parents.|
|Here's my Grandma's, Mum, Dad and Me (Sobbing away) at my sisters wedding|
And now, I'm so happy I've still got my mum around. I love her to pieces and while she isn't the same person as before her stroke (please don't judge me for saying that) she's still my mum and the most inspiring person in my life. I was lucky enough to win a mothers day competition this week, so get to treat my mum to a manicure, cocktails for the two of us and a box of macaroons, the little things hey. This story isn't a sob story, it's supposed to be here to help and inspire others, and to bring some positivity into your day. I'll be sharing my series of inspirational films on here as they are finished for you all, and I promise they're not all as dramatic as this story, but are all just as inspiring.