26/7/2014. This is the date of my second birthday. This date is the beginning of my life. Strangely enough, this date is also the date of my death. Yes, thats what I said. My death-at about 12.30 pm inside the entrance to Addenbrookes Hospital in fact. I had arrived there to be on the safe side having had strange pains since Friday night across my back and down my arms. I thought it was a trapped nerve due to falling asleep at an odd angle. I had, in fact, had a heart attack but had not realised it. I had got as far as giving my name to the nurse at the entrance to A&E, when I heard myself say to my fiancée Michelle I feel giddy. Not perhaps the epitaph I would have chosen had I had the chance, however, Death has a tendency not to be bothered about such trivia. At that point I collapsed into Michelles arms and then sunk to the ground curling into a foetal position, fitting and giving something called the agonal gasps- my last gasps of life. Within less then a minute I was dead from a massive cardiac arrest. I dont remember anything else apart from blackness. A deep, deep, bible black blackness, excuse the literary allusion. I was later told that all hell broke loose at the moment of my collapse and heart stopping. Amid calls of no pulse and no breathing a team of people appeared as if out of the woodwork itself and jumped on me and began CPR. Twenty minutes later I was brought back from the darkness. I was cardiac massaged to life, defibrillator shocked back into existence, adrenalin injected like a life junky into a blip on a machine. Twelve times I flat-lined. Nineteen minutes of nothing... Minute twenty I was out of my body and feeling confused, next to Michelle-who was witnessing all that was happening. She said she felt me there, next to her and she said she ordered me to get right back into my body. Moments later I snapped back into life - it literally felt as if I had been an over stretched elastic band that had been let go of just before it it broke in two. There are other details like being us being rushed straight to Papworth Hospital, once theyd got my pulse back, going straight in to theatre once there and having a small tube pushed into a main artery in my arm through to my heart and having a thing called a Stent inserted into a dodgy collapsed artery. But the important thing is that I am still here and fighting to get better, helped by all of you who have prayed and written and held me in their thoughts and sent me their good wishes. From the bottom of my still beating heart I want to say- Thank you- thank you all so so much. You are what makes life worth living you are all very special people. I am no longer afraid of death but I am terrified of not being able to hold my children in my arms, hug my friends, laugh with people and say I love you. Please do as much of this as you can because nothing else matters. I am now back at my girl, Michelles, house being loved back to health by my own private angel who I am planning to marry very soon! I am going to be out of commission for about eight weeks going through rehab and stuff. I have been told that only two percent of people who have experienced what I did live. Oh yes, I do intend to get you all along to our grand wedding reception party to celebrate life and love and happiness. I might need some help making this happen so if any of you have ideas let me know. Venue, music, food, that sort of thing. We want to do it as soon as possible :) I am a bit tired now so will stop here but please stay in touch! All my Love God Bless Andrew
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 21:26:57 +0000
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