Just when you think life is going well, that’s when you need to look out for curveballs. I was feeling positive, getting back into routines, blogging, and celebrating my recent good luck, then suddenly – I was in hospital.

It has been over a decade since I was last in hospital, which was a fairly routine visit – giving birth to our daughter. This time was drastically different – an emergency situation that was out of the blue, I was in incredible pain, and with no straight forward answer. It wasn’t Covid, but the pandemic certainly makes going to hospital a little more scary – no visitors during lockdown, so I was in hospital all by myself.

After a few days in hospital, I received not one, but two bombshells. Firstly, all the tests confirmed what was causing the pain, and thankfully it would go away soon. The underlying cause was a bit scary, but treatable, thank goodness. The second was a diagnosis that came like a truck out of nowhere. And so did the tears. It was scary, overwhelming, and unexpected.

Having had time to recover at home, I am adjusting to my new normal. Rest assured my diagnosis isn’t terminal, but it is serious – and incurable, I’ll be dealing with this for the rest of my life. I am just so very thankful to have such a wonderful caring husband who is also a doctor. I don’t know what I would do without him.