This Christmas I have a lot to be thankful for. This time last year I thought Id be dead. No word of a Iie, the specialist at our hospital suspected I had Farbys disease. This is a fat disorder which kills men with a month of their 58th birthday, for me that means November. Its odd how life can change so suddenly; in that moment my concerns were for my grandson, Jake, I thought about him growing up without a grandfather. In a strange coincidence were linked further. I lost my grandmother at his age (3), and I never had the chance to know my grandfather either as we moved South. I stood at the door to my room, and thought of the things we take for granted that Id miss; the sound of rain, the feel of the wind on my face, and the chattering of birds. In those moments, life became crystallised with smaller thoughts. This week last year I had three near death experiences, as I almost choked to death twice, and on the third occasion I was so tired I was so tired I fell into a dead sleep. The thing which saved me was realising I wasnt breathing in my dream. You can read a version of this story in my e-book Death of a news hound, FREE on Barnes & Noble, or for a tiny fee on Amazon.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 10:50:50 +0000