- 7 years ago
- Wedding: August 2011
I find this board such a cathartic place, and I have been in a terrible place from about 6 weeks ago.
I was living the high life In Sydney australia looking forward to our wedding at home in august and I got THE call on easter sunday
my mum was very ill, so I flew home to Ireland.
Leaving my fiance behind, leaving my job and losing our australian visa, I went (24 hour flight) to be by my mothers side in Intensive care-
I left sydney, suddenly walked into the hospital in Ireland in a blur -then somehow was sitting my my mothers side, beeping machines , numerous tubes, mum laid out on her back, twice her size due to the disease- they had cut all her (wedding and engagement) rings off..
The consultants told me there was a high chance she would die.. so after 39 days in intensive care on a ventillator, her organs had started to fail- dialysis, a stroke and a heart attack she looked to be leaving us forever
As the weeks passed by -as I sang songs she loved in her ear, and read to her from her favourite books and held her limp hand with silent tears soaking my shirt, families in adjacent beds around us wept with joy and fury and guilt as their son, newborn infant, grandmother or sister lived or died.
I went home at night to my empty childhood home and found all the wedding invitations my mum had lovingly handmade with little diamante crystals glued in preciously and slept with one of them and my childhood teddybear wide awake, in my single bed staring at the ceiling -wondering how I was going to look after dad if the worst happened-
Then- by some twist of fate- she pulled out of it….the nurses (3 of whom My mum taught nursing to) called her a miracle I just want to say how utterly grateful I am- to have her around, she is a trooper, she is amazing, she is an inspiration and a god given miracle-
and do you know what she asked me today? ‘What colour do you think I should wear for your wedding’…….