I can't edit my original post this a letter I have wrote.
I have a lot to thank the NHS for, nearly thirty two years ago in June 1988 myself and my sister were born 11 weeks early.
We weighed just over three pound each.
We even made it in to the local newspaper. We was in hospital for six weeks after blood transfusions and many setbacks I had a collapsed lung and a brain haemorrhage.
But together we pulled through and today you wouldn't ever know our very rocky start to life, I only have a small scar from my collapsed lung. I also have mild hydrocephalus. Although this has never impacted my life.
My parents were told it may take me longer to achieve things but growing up I never let that hold me back.
I would try and try again. Although I guess in a way it did affect my confidence. I passed all my GCSE's and went to university and graduated. I even passed my driving test after years of lessons and many instructors who told me I probably wouldn't pass but I proved them wrong.
I worked many different jobs before I ended up working for the NHS in 2013, it was in that same year I had my son.
I enjoyed my job but unfortunately in January 2017 I was told my job was going to be relocating.
It was rewarding working for the NHS and I didn't realise how working there would impact on my life and help me.
In February 2017 I took my son to nursery and drove to work. It was that decision which changed the path of my life.
Walking into work with blood still fresh from the wound on my head. It was then that I was confronted with the truth.
I couldn't act as if everything was ok anymore.
Working within the hospital my colleagues took me to A&E.
It was then that I broke down and told them how my then boyfriend had kicked, strangled and head butted me.
If it wasn't for the nurses that day I never would of admitted the truth.
The NHS saved my life not once but twice. The scar on my chest a reminder of how hard I fought as a premature baby. The scar on my forehead a reminder of the strength I had to leave a domestic abuser.
Because of the NHS I had a future.
I have a lot to thank the NHS for, nearly thirty two years ago in June 1988 myself and my sister were born 11 weeks early.
We weighed just over three pound each.
We even made it in to the local newspaper. We was in hospital for six weeks after blood transfusions and many setbacks I had a collapsed lung and a brain haemorrhage.
But together we pulled through and today you wouldn't ever know our very rocky start to life, I only have a small scar from my collapsed lung. I also have mild hydrocephalus. Although this has never impacted my life.
My parents were told it may take me longer to achieve things but growing up I never let that hold me back.
I would try and try again. Although I guess in a way it did affect my confidence. I passed all my GCSE's and went to university and graduated. I even passed my driving test after years of lessons and many instructors who told me I probably wouldn't pass but I proved them wrong.
I worked many different jobs before I ended up working for the NHS in 2013, it was in that same year I had my son.
I enjoyed my job but unfortunately in January 2017 I was told my job was going to be relocating.
It was rewarding working for the NHS and I didn't realise how working there would impact on my life and help me.
In February 2017 I took my son to nursery and drove to work. It was that decision which changed the path of my life.
Walking into work with blood still fresh from the wound on my head. It was then that I was confronted with the truth.
I couldn't act as if everything was ok anymore.
Working within the hospital my colleagues took me to A&E.
It was then that I broke down and told them how my then boyfriend had kicked, strangled and head butted me.
If it wasn't for the nurses that day I never would of admitted the truth.
The NHS saved my life not once but twice. The scar on my chest a reminder of how hard I fought as a premature baby. The scar on my forehead a reminder of the strength I had to leave a domestic abuser.
Because of the NHS I had a future.