It has been just under twelve months since I returned home
from having the mini stroke. It was in hospital where I was humbled by the nurses both male and
female on Botolphs Ward [Acute Stroke Ward] Worthing Hospital. I don’t think
that any one of us appreciate these hard working angels until we are in
desperate need of them
Florence Nightingale
Without their encouragement and dedication and
determination to putting my mind back together, my writing days would be over. When
my mind was confused and full of questions, I was told the answers without
asking. I found comfort in knowing that there was always a nurse just a press
of the button away. During the silent hours these same nurses would walk to the
end of my bed to give me reassurances that they are still keeping vigil.
Nightingale
[Receiving the wounded at Scutari]
I am thankful to the occupational therapy unit for
teaching me to use my left arm and hand once more. This same unit taught me to
walk and to regain my balance, and without their help my independence would
have been lost forever. I have been visited at home by these same people checking to see if I am coping with the problems of everyday life, and thanks to them and their teams I am.
Florence Nightingale
[Stained glass window at St Peters]
None of us know what we have until we lose it, minor
skills like eating with a knife and fork, Concentration, being able to wash
ourselves or shave. Walk to the toilet that is only five steps from my bed
unaided. I will be forever thankful for their unconditional kindness of the
like I have never felt before. I pray that god looks over each and every one of
them. They alone have earned my gratitude for just being themselves.
Be well Ian
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