My story is about how life can change so quickly. We'd a lovely holiday in Crete - with a group of friends. Holiday over and on the plane coming home, hubby felt cold and sleepy. The next day was a nice sunny day; gardening seemed the best thing to do. The following evening, hubby started to feel unwell, gradually getting worse as the week by. The doctor called twice during the week as he weakened, all of us thinking he picked up some bug whilst away. He was admitted to hospital and straight into intensive care, where he lay unconscious and very poorly. Treatment wasn't working; after the first week I was told he may not make it, what a shock. After going for a short walk in the hospital grounds, I went back to see him and told him he had to get better and pull himself together, in other words gave him a good telling off. It worked, I believe, and from that moment he began to improve. Those wonderful nurses gave me strength; I will never forget them. Daily, I would go in, telling him constantly he was to keep strong and get better. He was in intensive care for five weeks, three of which he wasn't with us. My birthday was during this time. He didn't remember it. Whilst he was sleeping the days away, he recalls being on a wonderful journey to Australia, sailing home on a big ship. The day my son and I brought him home was the best birthday present ever. By Margaret Kenworthy | 
Margaret's story
