I guess I’ve always know just how precious life is. Having lost my mum to ovarian cancer in 2005, I’ve spent my adult life without a mum, and now that I’m a mum, I really appreciate everything my own mum did for me. It’s just so sad that she’s not here for me to tell her that.
It’s not just the loss of my mum though that’s made me come to realise how delicate life is. When our twins were born prematurely weighing a tiny 2lb11 and 4lb3 I’d watch their every breath, their chests rise and fall, whilst hearing the sound of the machines that surrounded them, helping them to breath and regulate their own body temperatures.
More recently, M, was in hospital with a severe infection. Tests for meningitis and brain infections were carried out. She looked so helpless and when I saw a glimmer of hope, a slight boost of energy in her, she’d soon fall back to sleep again, making me fear the worst. Thankfully she’s completely recovered and is back to her old self, but it was really scary to see how just quickly she deteriorated.