I bloody love the medals, but really I’m here for the hugs!Read More
I’m writing this from hospital, with two plastered-over arm crooks after my blood tests. And refreshingly this has sod all to do with my lovely, healthy, normally-functioning liver! I’m in hospital and I have to keep pinching myself to believe why…Read More
It’s funny which memories stick in your mind from hospital, my tuna sandwich adventures are still some of my clearest - and most traumatic!Read More
From rebuilding my muscles to renovating a cottage, I never knew having control over my body and my surroundings was so important to me, until I made a cup of tea this morning.Read More
What a difference a year makes! And day to day we barely even notice the change. If you’re recovering, remember to look back at how far you’ve come and give yourself a bloody enormous high five!Read More
There's no feeling quite like the first run back after illness or injury :)Read More
Good things come in small packages - lies.Read More
This is a post about being the very very best version of yourself, and achieving goals you'll remember forever!Read More
...sometimes the sadness still finds me, but for the most part it's a healthy sadness. What happened was sad, it's sad that my donor died. It's cruel that I was hoping for it. I feel ashamed of it. And that takes a lot of getting my head around...Read More
I only have two clear memories from the three days I spent on the transplant list. The first is one that scares me whenever I remember it. The second is one I never want to forget...Read More
So, it's been a busy day, by morning I was hanging out on the radio, by afternoon I was vay busy going viral darling. Haha...it's been a wonderful day for spreading the message of the importance of organ donation, and has felt very special thanking my donor so publicly.Read More
After my transplant I was desperate for a blog post like this one, so I hope it gives a little guidance if you're on the recovery journey too.
Something I struggled with big time after my op was how to get back to fitness. With the best will in the world our NHS is so overrun it had no choice but to kick my ass out of hospital the moment I was safe to be let lose (10 days post op). Physiotherapists were, and quite rightly too, saved for those patients that couldn't walk, not those that wanted to run...Read More
One year ago I went from running every day, all over the world, to having less than 48 hours to live. I still have to look at my scar to believe it. This story is an attempt to understand what happened.
It was first published in Like the Wind Magazine in July 2017.