Who is your hero?
My mum. I don't think anyone here knows what she's done for me, but let me tell you this: without her by my side, I'd have died years ago.
Briefly: I'm diabetic. I have been since I was 3 years old. At a very low point in my life I decided to try and end it all. I did this by neglecting my diabetes until it got to the point where I was poisoning myself from the inside; I let my bloodsugar get so high, that my body was burning off fat stores and turning my blood acidic, which was killing me.
I ended up in HDU (high dependency unit) and was in Resus and almost ITU (intensive care unit) and on more than one occasion the nurse told my mum that if I didn't start improving, the likelihood of me surviving the night was below 50%.
Yet, despite my selfish, self-destructive ways, my mum stayed by my side. She hugged me when I needed it, spent her days and nights by the hospital bed, held my hand when they took blood and put cannulas in my arms and feet, cried and laughed with me and everything inbetween. She was so strong.
The worst two times this happened were when I ended up in Resus in Wythenshawe Hospital, and A&E Resus in Trafford General. The odds were not in ny favour those times, yet my mum sat by my side and held my hand and never ONCE gave up on me.
When I got out of hospital she was mad at me, sure, but her only aim was to make me better and help me in every way she can.
She's my hero not because she saved a kid from a well or rescued someone from drowning, but because she quite literally saved MY life.
Some might say that's what parents do, but most parents don't spend 6 years wondering if their eldest child will survive the night or wake up in the morning.
She truly is a hero. My hero.
Briefly: I'm diabetic. I have been since I was 3 years old. At a very low point in my life I decided to try and end it all. I did this by neglecting my diabetes until it got to the point where I was poisoning myself from the inside; I let my bloodsugar get so high, that my body was burning off fat stores and turning my blood acidic, which was killing me.
I ended up in HDU (high dependency unit) and was in Resus and almost ITU (intensive care unit) and on more than one occasion the nurse told my mum that if I didn't start improving, the likelihood of me surviving the night was below 50%.
Yet, despite my selfish, self-destructive ways, my mum stayed by my side. She hugged me when I needed it, spent her days and nights by the hospital bed, held my hand when they took blood and put cannulas in my arms and feet, cried and laughed with me and everything inbetween. She was so strong.
The worst two times this happened were when I ended up in Resus in Wythenshawe Hospital, and A&E Resus in Trafford General. The odds were not in ny favour those times, yet my mum sat by my side and held my hand and never ONCE gave up on me.
When I got out of hospital she was mad at me, sure, but her only aim was to make me better and help me in every way she can.
She's my hero not because she saved a kid from a well or rescued someone from drowning, but because she quite literally saved MY life.
Some might say that's what parents do, but most parents don't spend 6 years wondering if their eldest child will survive the night or wake up in the morning.
She truly is a hero. My hero.