This old world just keeps getting weirder by the minute, but given I wasn’t expected to live more than a few hours when I was rushed into hospital recently the weirdness just continues. My darling daughter found me unconscious and unresponsive and a team of dedicated paramedics kept me alive as they rushed me into the intensive care unit. The doctors are at a loss to understand how I possibly survived, I was clinically dead and the fact that I’ve just been released and am back in the loving shelter of my dear little family as we go into the world wide lockdown has them scratching their heads in amazement. My daughter and I have spoken at length about this and we have both come to the conclusion that even in my subconscious my absolute will to fight back will not let go. I don’t know the answers, my friends. I do know that my life has been one massive fight for survival and I simply don’t know how to give up. Whatever the reasons, my friends, I’m here. I’m loved, and if I have more words yet to write they will be written. Thank you so much for caring. I hope that you and your loved ones are safe and know that we all stand united in a world holding its breath. United we stand, divided we fall. Great old song, it means so much more to hear it now.
Hugs, my friends.