From the Introduction
‘Oh hello!’ said a bright-eyed nurse, gazing at me from the other end of the bed with surprise. ‘I wondered what had happened to you!’ I had wondered too. I had no idea who this nurse was, even once she had filled me in on our time together two weeks earlier. As she surmised, I had disappeared – both physically and mentally. And it was a long, long time before I came back again…
This journey has been one of self-discovery and pain, of having the courage to stick to what you feel is right and to follow it through, even in the most alarming and adverse circumstances, and without losing the essence of who you are or what you believe in.
But this is also a story of love, loyalty, perseverance and hope, and of rediscovering and tasting the fragility of life and being grateful for the opportunity to heal again and become a part of its joy. It is a call to live life to your fullest, and to breathe and taste every moment as if it could very possibly be your last.
From Intensive Care: Trevor’s Story
At 12.30 a.m. I told the duty nurse that I was planning on sitting quietly with Kirsten throughout the night while she slept until the morning. I really felt that I wanted to be there at the moment when Kirsten regained consciousness. What I didn’t realise was that there would be an army of people in and out all night. With the escalation of the infection to septic shock, Kirsten’s blood pressure had become alarmingly low, which was the main issue that could cause her to die…
It was 6.30 a.m. before Kirsten’s blood pressure was eventually brought to a stable level. I didn’t want to leave, as I still believed that she would come round… Little did I know that this was merely the start of a long and protracted medically-induced coma, out of which Kirsten would be lucky to emerge alive.
From Life on the Ward
That morning when I woke up, I looked out the window to the trees and the birds and it was then, in my weakened, debilitated state, that I decided I was going to get better… With this came the feeling that I needed to get out of hospital and get on with things, to pursue my mission and carry on with my life. I felt this very clearly, very confidently, in spite of what everyone else seemed to be thinking to the contrary about my current state. I just knew I had to ignite my own healing and recovery from within.