Author Archives: Sara C

Those first few weeks were a mix of doing whatever I could do work on my balance, and sleeping. I was still very much reliant on others, as I my vision wasn’t recovered enough to drive, and mum was still coming round to help with housework and cooking. It was about 3 weeks after myContinue reading “The ‘Other’ Diagnosis”

Whilst the rest of the country was watching Harry and Megan’s royal wedding, I was sat in the treatment room of our local hospital having my stitches and staples removed. I thought that it might have been painful, but actually having a head that was half numb on this occasion had its benefits. Having theContinue reading “Dream Believe Achieve”

I’ve always been the kind of person who likes plans and lists. What had frustrated me so much during this experience was that there were so many ‘unknowns’ I couldn’t make any realistic plans. My life was effectively on hold. But in spite of this, before my surgery I had written a list of goals.Continue reading “Mission Accomplished!”

I’d spent many years working with children who had special educational needs. I’d spent years studying autism, deafness and deaf awareness, dyslexia, dyspraxia, sensory processing disorders… Nothing, however, could prepare me for the world I now found myself in. My tinnitus at times was debilitating. Yet I was profoundly deaf. In the safety of myContinue reading “My new world”

So there’s this quote I love… “Life is 10% what happens to you, and 90% how you react to it.” This became my motto. I could wallow in the self pity of not being able to walk properly, see properly, hear properly, or I could see just what I could achieve with the parts ofContinue reading “Game on!”

I ended up spending an additional night on HDU, and it would be a couple more days before my world had almost righted itself. My vision however, was still very double and focusing just felt weird. The light sabres in my head had quietened slightly, and I was just left with a more tolerable roaring,Continue reading “When you’ve hit rock bottom, the only way is up!”

I was wheeled, by the three recovery nurses, up to the High Dependency Unit (HDU). I was acutely aware that one of them was carrying resus equipment, and the realisation that this was just the very beginning was starting to sink in. Scott had called Neil as soon as he’d spoken to me, and despiteContinue reading “The day I got my life back”

Apologies for the lack of photos on these next few posts! The day before my surgery, I had an appointment at my local hospital to discuss the results of previous x-rays and CT scans. They had shown lymphodenopathy (enlarged lymph nodes) in my lungs, and whilst they thought it was unlikely, they informed us thatContinue reading “The day I got my life back”

WARNING:CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE! In the weeks that followed my haemorrhage, ‘life’ if you could call it that, had become intolerable. From waking, it would take me as long as an hour to get out of bed, vommitting innumerable times, and get myself downstairs. That was on the days I could be bothered. I was sickContinue reading “Long distance friends”

I recently stumbled upon a quote, “The best thing about the worst time of your life is that you get to see the true colours of everyone.” How true this is. Up until the start of my demise at the beginning of 2018, I’d worked in a primary school, with children who had special educationalContinue reading “True colours”