We are already heading at full force into January and I've written and deleted this post what feels like a thousand times now. Its almost like writing it down means that it happened and it wasn't just a blurry nightmare. My blog is somewhere I not only give you guys my opinion on certain products, present ideas and updates on Harry's hearing, I also use it as a sort of online diary so to keep secrets from my readers feels like telling a lie.
Let me start again. Firstly Happy New Year to you (when is the official cut off to stop saying that??!) I hope your Christmas breaks were spent with your loved ones wherever you may be!
I for one have waved goodbye to the weirdest year of my life, it started off full of fear and anxiety when we put our baby through 6 hours of surgery for his cochlear implants. Then a month later our hearts were bursting with joy when they were switched on and we were high on that insane bubble right through the summer. But right at the end of the summer, back in August, I received a devastating phone call. My boyfriend Scott had been rushed to hospital following a seizure and no one could tell me if he was OK. I managed to get to him within a couple of hours (he was taken to a hospital in another county) and the doctors were sure it was an isolated incident, something that shouldn't reoccur and we shouldn't worry. Of course we worried but we trusted in their words that nothing seemed to be wrong with Scott and people have seizures sometimes for no reason at all.
Unfortunately they were very wrong as exactly a month later Scott had a second seizure in bed next to me and was taken to hospital yet again. Obviously this time it was taken a little more seriously and we booked to see a neurologist ASAP to find out what was going on. That was when we found out the terrifying news that Scott had a brain tumour that needed to be operated on immediately. The words brain and tumour together are probably some of the worst you can hear and of course every single thought and emotion went through our bodies and we cried for what feels like an eternity
Just 5 emotional days later we travelled down to the Spire hospital in Southampton for him to have his surgery and I'm so happy to say that the operation was a complete success and he was home with Harry and I just 2 days later. I will never ever forget those tense hours at the hospital pacing the room, waiting for him to be brought back to me safe and well. When he was finally brought back up to the ward he managed to give me a little thumbs up and a half smile and that’s when I let out that breath I had been holding for god knows how long.
Although the operation was successful our journey didn't quite end there and after a couple of months of healing Scott had to undergo almost 7 weeks of radiotherapy to kill the cells around the area and help prevent the tumour from attempting to grow back. Travelling down to Southampton every day for him over Christmas was very tiring and time consuming, but he got on with it and did what he had to do. Despite losing half a head of hair hes managed to stay so positive which I truly believe has helped his body recover from everything that its been through
Even though he will be monitored regularly and closely, it finally feels like its all over and we can go back to being a happy and normal family of three. I'm so immensely proud of Scott, its so true that you never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice that you have. If this whole thing has taught me anything it is to love so much harder, to not take life for granted and to enjoy the little things.
I am so excited for the year ahead of us!! GOODBYE 2015!
Did you face any challenges in 2015?