Some of you will know my sister had a heart attack last Wednesday, which led to cardiac arrest for 10-12 minutes. She was blue-lighted to hospital, where she remains. Things were beginning, just, to look hopeful - she even managed to respond, briefly, to one of my texts two days ago, telling me she hoped to be able to talk on the phone in a couple of days.
Well that has all changed today, as she’s contracted sepsis, and is back in high dependency. She’s not responding to the treatment and her BP has dropped seriously. They are giving her lots of fluids, which seems to be pulling her BP back up. But if she’s not responding to the drugs they’re giving her, the sepsis is going to win.
We live 250 miles apart, and I haven’t seen her for absolutely ages. Kept meaning to go up and visit, and then Covid appeared… I’m just trying to come to terms with the very real possibility that I’ll never see her again. Can’t believe I’m actually typing these words about my beloved sister, who’s always been there for me