My brother was rushed to hospital on 19th Dec after suffering some sort of aneurysm in his throat. He was moved to Frimley Park Hospital 10 weeks ago and as I suffer from panic attacks and agorophobia I hadnt managed to go to see him. I had tried to break the journey into manageable chunks, but no luck.
Tommorrw he is being moved to Putney Neurological Hospital and if I was going to get to see him, today was the last day.
After a really bad night of tears, sleeplessness and general anxiety, I decided at lunchtime it was now or never.
Half an hour later I was sitting by his bed giving him the biggest hug I could. I stayed for 45 minutes until he fell asleep and then i went back to work. I cant say whether he knew it was me or not but just being there made me feel I was helping him. He managed to blink 'yes' answers to a couple of questions but by then was getting quite tired.
I didnt even worry about the journey home, I was still feeling as if Id reached for the moon, and managed to touch it.
Now Im home and feeling absolutely exhausted, but I did it. I did it for him and I did it for me
It's the success stories I have read that made me realise it's only me who could make that move, and that even tho it may be hard, it would be worth it.
It was xx