This month marks three years since I had a brush with death – and looking back on all that’s happened over the past 36 months, I have to say I’m glad I’m still here!
I had my first major operation – a hysterectomy – and had a bit of a bad experience with the general anaesethetic. As in, I stopped breathing.
When I woke up in the ICU the next morning it was to discover an icky tube in my mouth, something which has always been one of my worst nightmares. Straight away I tried to pull it out but a nurse kept my hand away, while gently explaining to me what had happened.
The hubster looked quite drawn when he came in, but I didn’t learn of his harrowing experience (finding out he’d nearly lost his wife!) for some time afterwards.
So it didn’t fully hit me until a couple of days later, when I took my first shower and saw all the bruising on my sternum, that I had needed to be resuscitated. I had indeed, had a very close brush with death.
Fortunately I don’t remember any of it! But I think the hubster and kids may have been scarred for life …
For whatever reason, I’m still here and able to tell the story 🙂 . And in that three years, I’ve:
- Seen Miss 18 graduate from high school;
- Watched both of my children join the workforce;
- Been made redundant;
- Established my own successful business, meaning that I now work from home;
- Completed a Cert 4 in Small Business Management;
- Started this blog;
- Travelled to Europe;
- Adopted Miss Fleur; and
- Celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary!
All in all, a pretty eventful three years and ones I’m glad I was here to experience, after all!
Have you ever had a brush with death?!
