My boys…and..Peppa Pig

The days leading after that and a few more stares at my eyes from a stroke and a neuro doc…some acne cream….those magic words “all being well, home by the end of the week”.  Phew. I started to get things in order, finances, childcare and occupational therapists came to ask me what I would need or like at home.

The catheter was removed again..yeah…that was fun trying to wee!

One sunny October morning as I reflected on the past weeks as I prepared to go home, I thought of the diagnosis, what I was originally told, those awful words: “Will I walk again?” “It’s too early to say” came the reply. My thought ; I’ll bloody show you…my son is 2 in November and I am only in my 20’s (sorry I say bloody a lot). Like that scene in Legally Blonde, where Reese Witherspoon who plays Elle says “I’ll show you how valuable Elle Woods can be!” (parody of my life lol). The time I refused to shake a doctor’s hand at the main scary hospital who told me it was cancer or M.S, yep, I refused until I said my piece! “You told me it was cancer or M.S and I may never walk again, you were wrong” then I shook his hand.

My sister’s wedding, one of the proudest days of my life, maid of honour in a wheelchair, slight purple feet swelling and tired from being in hospital the night before, and being told I had a slipped disc. As I picked away at my peeling nail extensions from the wedding, I thought of the things I couldn’t do then, and what I could do. I was picking away at my old self, the Jane that had become a doormat and wouldn’t argue, ever. That Jane had gone.

It was me and my boys now….and….Peppa Pig…

I came home as predicted, my parents were waiting and a new t.v system along with a pile of clean washing…and……Peppa Pig. As James scrambled onto my lap, walking sticks behind me…on went the t.v “I’m Peppa Pig…snort!!!” That damn pig….but the odd comfort in hearing a familiar sound…my jelly sore legs trembled under James as i took a picture. I contacted my beauty therapist to take my extensions off and found a local hairdresser to come to our house the following week.

The O.T came and quickly after, Mede-quip delivered a range of aids. Toilet surrounds (or climbing frames as Chris called them!), shower seats, perch stools, an extra banister..I was exhausted. That evening, Chris helped me shower and dress and helped me into bed. Our own bed, James in his.

I was home.

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