Dear Ella, Sometimes life doesn’t go as planned, most people probably don’t think of 11 year olds even having plans for their life, but I know you do and it’s quite a detailed plan actually. You often lay in bed or sit in class with the future running through your head…
“I’m going through a bit of a crappy period with my health right now. For the past month or two I’ve been struggling with something that has yet to be explained…”
I have had to make a few fairly big decisions since I first got sick, decisions no “normal” young person should have to make. Some of the choices I made might have changed my life and some of them did. When I had my heart transplant I was left with consolidation in the bottom of…… Continue reading Chapter 4: Making Decisions
“What if?” I have sat there with that question running through my head on many occasions. I have daydreamed about the life I “should have had” and mourned over the things I will never get to do. I have drifted off to sleep imagining scenarios of the things I might be doing now if life…… Continue reading It can get the better of me.
I have never been an easy person to get blood from,when I was younger the only place they ever seemed to get it from was my hands, but the years of sticking needles in them has left the veins scarred and now its very rare to get any from there. Most people have the best…… Continue reading They like to play hide and seek
Getting up and moving after more than a week of laying in bed was never going to be easy. For me it was a little harder than normal. I was unaware that whilst I was alseep one of the doctors had noticed that my feet had dropped and my toes were touching the bed. Imagine…… Continue reading Chapter 2.5 : Up and at em
The day before I had my heart transplant I had gone to a friends birthday party, how strange is that? Less than 24 hours later I was in theatre having surgery to save my life. So, after that 1am phone call it had been a mad rush of bags being packed and family being called…… Continue reading Chapter 2: “Dont worry Mum”
Up until the age of 11 there had been no signs that there was anything wrong with me,to look at me you’d have seen a happy,healthy little girl, until I started complaining that I couldn’t breathe propely whilst running or excercising. My Mum would tell me I probably just had a cold and I would…… Continue reading Chapter one: