Fading Away In Seven Days

Fading Away In Seven Days

(After Tom Warner)

We walk in silence, just the two of us.

Seven Days gone then there’ll be only one.

Together our hands touch, keeping ourselves warm,

From the frozen wind that will never stop.        

We walk in silence, just the two of us.

Up the hill we go, leaving behind the city below.

Together on this withering journey, soon to be apart.

Still we’ll have our memories that will never fade.

We walk in silence, just the two of us.

Looking up into the sky, we see a little creature fly.

It’s a green butterfly swirling and twirling in the air,

Soon to be joined in its dance that will never end.

We stop in silence, just the two of us.

Looking at her burning tears, hiding both our fears,

My little girl is still unaware of what Seven Days means.

But I know that our love for one another will never die.

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Thoughts From Inside The Ambulance

Warning: This blog post contains strong language

Thoughts From Inside The Ambulance

I have been inside an ambulance only once. This was in 2007 before I was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease.

I awoke in the middle of the night with excruciating abdominal pain, screaming as if someone had stabbed me. No one had stabbed me but instead my small intestine was attacking twelve-year-old me. My mum dialled an ambulance and they arrived what seemed like hours later.

I chose to describe this night in my GCSE English Language examination; the question asked to ‘Describe a day from your childhood’, but looking back on it nine years later can be challenging. Having said this I still remember a couple of thoughts from that night as I was driven to hospital, including:

›          Is this the gas and air they give pregnant women in hospital?

›          This is what it must feel to be drunk.

›          Why is it taking so long to get to hospital?

›          Fuck. I’m dying.

I also recall thinking that I was lucky to have my mum. She sat next to me in the ambulance holding my hand. I cannot pretend to know what she was thinking. All I know is that I am grateful for having a wonderful mum. I am thankful for all the times she stayed in hospital with me; for when she calmed me down during my emotional outbursts; for the hugs and smiles; and for believing me when I said I was in pain. Thank you for being there for me. 

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