Cardiac Arrest ❤️

 Cardiac Arrest, something I’ve known about since I started my Adult nurse training in 1989. Something I’m trained to deal with or be aware of the warning signs. Something that’s touched my life twice with differing outcomes. 

         One cardiac arrest I watched, floating above it , it felt unreal like an episode of Casualty. I held onto hope as that’s what CPR means, it means that someone is trying to save your loved ones life. There was a chance of survival but I was also aware that my daughter was dying. I was reliant on healthcare professionals and I was willing them not to stop cpr until Eloise’s damaged heart started again. Thankfully it didn’t take long, I can’t really say she was stable as Eloise’s condition was so fragile . She was then taken to theatre for her heart transplant, she arrested again in theatre , something I wasn’t aware of for many years. It’ll be twenty years soon since this horrific day but I remember the event so vividly in technicolour and whole conversations, the difficult kind of conversation.

         The second cardiac arrest I never saw yet it’s equally as vivid behind my eyes . I suppose what I see is the bedroom I’d visited and Warren being worked on mixed in with faceless paramedics perhaps even those from the programme Casualty. Those two paramedics must have been exhausted as it took over twenty minutes or so of cpr and using the defibrillator to get a faint heart beat and Warren stabilised enough to transfer to hospital. Like Eloise there was a second arrest in the cardiac catheter theatre unlike Eloise Warren could not and did not survive. However I know every single person involved in his care fought for him and didn’t give up until Warren’s body said no more. I think this sudden loss involves being left with questions and some have no answers. Suddenly losing Warren after a cardiac arrest involved strong feelings of unjustness , he was far too young, he looked well, he’d had an MOT at his GP surgery. However I could also get some comfort from the idea that dying from cardiac arrest avoids prolonged suffering. I even said this today as I’m sure if Warren had survived he would have had extensive brain damage.

         I think losing Warren to cardiac arrest was such a huge incomprehensible shock. To me being in cardiac arrest is being on the border of life and death. I see it being like you see in films when someone is walking towards a tunnel of light. They are hovering between living and dying but someone is trying to tip the balance towards life. 

      Why am I writing this? Well today I’ve done two lots of e-learning on Adult Basic Life Support and Paediatric Basic Life Support and I’ve revisited intensive care at The Freeman Hospital and the A/E relatives room at the BRI . Sucked back there and replaying two bloody awful days when hearts stopped beating. The brain likes to store traumas and for the most part the memories don’t touch me but some days they play on repeat that was today and that’ll definitely be tomorrow . This is when being a nurse is hard for me, it’s a bit too close to home. 

Warren 30/12/71-23/08/19

      

Remember the Life not the Death.

 

I originally started writing a few words ready for today the anniversary of Warren’s death a week ago. Out of nowhere I got the urge or need to write a few things down again. However I’ve been thinking a lot more about it and my words have evolved. I’m struggling with thinking of Warren on the day he died, I have absolutely no good memories associated with him on that day except perhaps that he’d read my early morning WhatsApp message. Without actually seeing the events that lead up to Warren dying with my own eyes I can imagine the call for help, the ambulance crew working on him and them not not giving up and the same happening in A/E. I can see him but not in a way he should be remembered. As with all my bad memories my recall of that day is strong and I’m so grateful that Shelley was by my side, yet again. Thankful that Warren’s PCSO colleague and friend Paul came around and looked after me and started letting people know . Then Andy, one of Warren’s police bosses came around and we talked and made plans for Warren’s memorial service.Today I’ll remember those people and that will be my focus as I’d rather remember Warren on days he was truly living and we were out and about having fun together with the 3 frogs.

My experiences of grieving as an adult were limited before Warren died, the ones I’d lost most recently died of old age not illness , that’s the order of life we expect. I think grieving during a pandemic is different but like I say I’m no expert. For me the pandemic started just 5 months after Warren died and my survival mode clicked in and my focus was solely on the living. My fear was for Eloise and my parents , my thoughts were taken up with the reality I was in and not Warren. I missed so many people including Warren, I could even think he was just keeping away while we shielded Eloise. My grief for him, mingled with the life I wasn’t experiencing . My family was very important to Warren, he looked out for my children and helped them whenever he could. He’d understand they were a priority, writing the word priority has made me smile, I loved how the word sounded with Warren’s Irish accent.

                         Traces of Warren remain here, his police hat in my bedroom, his frog called Flash, his crystal glasses in the dining room display case, his favourite mug in the kitchen and of course the diy cupboard holds his tools plus other reminders.Recently I found two pairs of his dodgy sunglasses in my car, it made me smile. We didn’t live together , that’s why we lasted for five years ! We weren’t that compatible on the living together front, one night owl and one lark who wanted to smother the snoring owl. The owl liked drink…..too much, good job he did the recycling. However by not spending every hour together we made plans and I loved our adventures. It’s now the 7th year of having a joint NT membership. I couldn’t bear to take Warren off the membership for a while, I wanted a new card with Warren’s name on as his family had his old one. I still carry his now out of date card around in my purse, Eloise is now the second adult. Warren would like that. I think our NT joint membership was our biggest commitment, bought just a few weeks after we met, the memories of those first days out are popping up on my Facebook.

 I do think writing everything down in my Facebook photo albums really helped my grieving process. I could vent every thought, feeling, emotion quite openly however good or bad they seemed. Writing felt safe and I could be honest. Support wise, my work ladies were and are amazing, such a great team and I’m lucky to have them. Our bond over lockdown grew even stronger. Plus I have fabulous friends in reality and in social media land. People say things like “give yourself as long as it takes” to recover, how do you know if you’ve recovered ? I know you shouldn’t compare grief, you can’t it’s all personal to you. I did feel guilty for saying I’m ok, but as my friend Mark said Warren would want me to be happy. I still fear saying I’m happy out loud just in case , stupid I know….

                   There’s just one first that’s not been done yet, the first family holiday abroad without Warren. Corfu was booked for 2020 and rescheduled for 2021 then cancelled again by me. I’ve now changed my booking to Turkey. We’ve been there many times as a family and we had four holidays there with Warren including the one just before he died. We will definitely raise a glass to him and go on another beautiful sunset cruise. My diary is filling up again with plans and adventures. Sarah and Kyle kindly take me on NT adventures so I don’t miss out . I catch up with friends, it’s good to see them. I have nights away on my own which I sometimes need, I’ve only been home alone once in over 18 months. I’m not lonely , loneliness after loss must be so painful . I don’t need to replace Warren, actually I think he was a one off ! I just needed to adjust how I spend my free time. Time is precious, I wish Warren had been given many years more. He definitely had plenty more living to do. We have to make do with the memories and I have plenty of those that proceed the date he died 23/08/2019 that’s what I need to celebrate not today. 

    So raise your glass and toast the legend that was Warren Rodgers, he’d probably like it if you drank far too much but it is a Monday ! 💙Warren 💙

Finding Peace

 Finding Peace.

It’s been a very long time since I used this blog, this is my first entry of the year. I don’t really need it any more. The words I felt unable to say and the feelings I felt I couldn’t share are out in the open now. I found my voice, a whisper at first but now my voice is steady. Writing things down enabled me to be more honest with myself and with you. I totally recommend writing as a self help therapy, I’ve read some of my posts over and over again. 

Today is the 23rd May , usually a date of huge significance to me, this year it’s taken it’s place in the calendar without causing me any pain. It became another day, a day I didn’t fear , a day without build up, a day without flashbacks or triggers. Just a date in the calendar saying one thing Hub Box 1pm , a lunch reservation for Amelia’s birthday. Of course I can sit here now and use recall to set the memories of the 23rd May 2002 into motion. I can play conversations from that day in my head, I can see room 1 in A/E, I can see paediatric intensive care and the “quiet” room. I remember the hushed conversations, the looks, the pity and how small Eloise looked lying ventilated in a cot......all of it is etched in my brain. However I can flick the switch, pop the lid on the box and feel at peace. I think the above quote sums up what I’ve finally managed to do. The day will never cease to exist it just won’t take my peace.

   We are now 19 years on from that date. The date is no longer important , it probably never was. I just fixated on it. 23/05/02 was the day Eloise’s myocarditis was diagnosed but silently her heart was being attacked by hand, foot and mouth virus for over a month until her body could no longer compensate and her heart failure became outwardly noticeable. I will have grief, I will have anger but if I get wrapped up in those things I’ll forget to enjoy what I still have ,my Eloise. Always grateful for every extra day I have ❤️