Danielle Brett

Survivor

My story of this hideous experience a month ago is somewhat odd. Only symptoms I had on the day, like a brick in my stomach. Went out with girlfriends dancing at ABBA Tribute night. Started feeling generally unwell stomach very uncomfortable. Left early. A very long painful night followed with fever, vomiting and inability to move due to intense pain. Hours later my husband found me on the floor on all fours unable to speak just moan.

Called an ambulance at my request (whispered), rushed to hospital where was semi conscious. Went through the X-rays, CT scans, blood testing etc. Urgent surgery need as twisted bowel had ruptured. (Sepsis and Perforated Bowel) This was all explained to me but all I could say to my husband “call my Dad.” He is 86 lives in New Zealand and I live in Gibraltar, Spain. Strangely I didn’t think of my four children living in the UK. My husband was asked to give me a final kiss goodbye apparently, thank god I was unaware. A month on I weigh 44 kilos, too shriveled, bowels not brilliant, walking bent over and so so tired. Not to mention depressed. The surgeon said I was lucky to be alive as he wasn’t sure could save me. I wonder – where is the light at the end of this tunnel?

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