The tale of my broken heart – Part 1

This is a story, not of a love that was won then lost, but of an unexpected and life changing series of events that literally broke my heart.

I'm 47 years old and have lived a pretty clean life of which I had always been fairly proud of. I've never smoked, never taken drugs, consume a couple of alcoholic drinks a year at most, eat a healthy diet and have been generally pretty active. There have been periods where I have been pretty darn fit going the gym 5 times a week, cycling and even did a bit of Kung Fu and Tai chi. I've been a keen motorcyclist for decades and even enjoyed a bit of adventure bike riding and travel which is in itself requires a reasonable level of fitness. I've enjoyed sailing, kayaking, swimming and even a bit of scuba, all things I want to do more of. So what I'm trying to paint is a picture of a relatively healthy guy who has lived clean and tried to be fairly active.

My reaction to Cipro 2 years ago kind of blew that out of the water unfortunately and the damage done to my muscles, connective tissues, joints etc… left me with really rather limited mobility for quite some time. It was only really in the early part of 2017 that I had increased my walking distances to be several kilometres although still at a rather slow pace. The kick in effect if all that was my fitness has plummeted and it really showed. The Cipro aged me, visually it can be seen in the rapid changes to my skin, the increased moles, age spots and wrinkles that literally appeared in weeks post Cipro. But also my muscles have shrunk drastically and I've lost considerable weight recently that may be both a good and bad thing I guess.

So to the point if this post, I had already been struggling through life somewhat since Cipro. I had a much more limited social life and had been unable to do a majority of the activities I enjoyed. But I could still drive for short trips and I could get out and do most day to day things that I needed to. In mid 2016 whilst the Cipro rollercoaster was in full effect I went through a continual cycle of weird health issues which seemed to have no rhyme nor reason. I was already under the care of a consultant rheumatologist for the musculoskeletal issues but I also noticed increased palpitations which I wasn't hugely concerned about because I've experience them for the last 15 years, the only difference was the increased frequency of them. So in September I visited my GP and raised my concerns and as expected he wasn't too worried. He had already been somewhat reluctant to believe the whole Cipro reaction scenario until he found the FDA reports and spoke to his colleagues from Germany, then he finally accepted it.

I was referred to Peterborough hospital for a cardiology appointment, something you would expect would come pretty quickly but no, 3 months later in December 2016 I get to see a Registrar (trainee consultant) who tbh wasn't particularly interested. Again the feeling I got was he suspected anxiety or stress as the culprit. Now by this point I already had a number of ECG done by the GP and they were all OK, so I do understand their lack of concern, plus I'm low risk, lifestyle wise at least. On the NHS heart disease calculator used by the doctors to calculate risk I am 3.1% risk of developing any heart related issues in the next 10 years, as my GP put it, my risk is minuscule. Anyway I told the registrar my story and he agreed to order an echocardiogram to be in the safe side.

Again there was a 3 month wait and I finally went to have the echocardiogram done in Peterborough on 25th March 2017. The test went smoothly and the chap doing the test was a researcher and very thorough. The end result of that was that my heart was in good shape and no obvious areas for concern at all. I left feeling some relief and confidence that anything I had been feeling was likely stress and of no concern as it would pass.

After this my partners mother booked a holiday for us all, sadly having lost her mother in January she wanted to do something nice to cheer everyone up after what had been a tough couple of years. So suddenly we are booked on a surprise holiday to Florida leaving on the 11th July! Obviously that was a fantastic surprise but I had concerns over my general fitness post Cipro, I knew I would struggle to walk around theme parks all day. I decided to try and increase my walking and at least get enough strength and stamina back to be able to slowly wander around and attempt some of the slower rides. We started planning the holiday, setting up all the Disney web accounts, booking fast Passes, booking meals etc… everything looked great.

Then 2 weeks later whilst driving home from Norwich I had a car drive almost on my bumper in the dark with their lights blinding me. For no reason it just sat there and didn't over take even when I slowed down. I gradually felt my adrenaline increase and heart rate start to shoot up and suddenly I had a tight clamping pain across my chest and I had to pull over. For a good 10 minutes I experienced a lot of discomfort, sweaty hands, lightheadedness. Again I didn't know what it was but it didn't feel like anxiety to me. Caroline took over the driving and got us home and I staggered off to a bed feeling quite unwell.

The next day I went to my GP and explained what had happened and once again an ECG was done that was completely normal. I was told to go home and try to relax and that nothing was physically wrong. So I left and based on that advice I continued with my goal of improving my fitness by doing longer walks and increasing the pace a little. The problem is I started to get some chest discomfort once I walked just a little bit faster. However my ECG was fine right? My blood tests were always fine, so it must just be lack of fitness or maybe the Cipro effects?

I started some light swimming but again developed some chest discomfort on exertion. I kept track of all these events in a diary and started to monitor my heart rate and blood pressure. As the next couple of weeks passed I ended up with multiple visits to my GP and the tests returned normal each time. Then I had another bad episode triggered by emotional stress after a minor incident with some kids and a football! This time I ended up very unwell, my blood pressure went up to over 150/100, my heart rate sitting was over 120 and I felt very sick. An ambulance was called and I was taken to the A&E department of the local hospital. So began what ended up being 8 nights in Hospital over a number of weeks, each time the ECG and blood results were completely normal.

During this time I had requested that my GP contact the cardiologist again and get me an urgent appointment. Urgent ended up being almost a month away and I had to push the hospital to see me 2 weeks later. They decided to order a CT Coronary Angiogram to rule out any underlying issue since it was looking very much like I had Angina. The problem was that it was still felt that nothing was wrong and the CT scan wouldn't be completed until after we were due to go to Florida. Of course I was now in a situation where I couldn't risk flying even though it was suspected nothing sinister was going on. So I decided to investigate private hospitals that could do the CT scan more quickly and found one, St Josephs hospital in Newport, Wales. They could do the scan in 2 days and get the ball rolling.

So I started on beta blockers, Bisolporol, which didn't totally agree with my Asthma unfortunately. Monday 12 June came around and Caroline drove us all the way to Wales so I could have the CT Angiogram done. I wasn't feeling on top form by any means, I had shortness of breath and a weird head. On arrival we went in and the hospital itself was quite nice as most private hospitals tend to be. I signed in and waited… About 15 minutes later I was called in to get changed into a gown ready for the scan. Then I waited again… Another 10 minutes or so passed I was called into the scanner room where a group of people were stood around, nurses, a doctor, the scanner operator and director of scanning. I was told to climb onto the scanner bed and lay down whilst they inserted a canular in my arm. That would be used for two reasons, firstly to inject additional beta blockers into the body to slow the heart rate, then a pump would be connected that would pump in a contrast dye just before the CT scan so that all the blood vessels would be highlighted and clearly visible.

The doctor injected me with one vile of beta blocker but the effect was negligible. Ideally your heart rate needs to be around 70 bpm or lower for a really clear scan and mine was still around 80. So he injected a second, then a third. They paused a while, it was now beating between about 73 and 77. So he injected a forth and then a fifth. By this time I wasn't feeling great but the show had to go on. So they decided to proceed. The first scan was to obtain the calcium scoring, used to identify the amount of calcium in the arteries, the second scan would produce the 3D image of my heart. As they prepared the second scan an automated voice told me to take a deep breath and hold, this was followed by the whir of the pump and gurgling of the dye as it entered the canular. A sudden flush of heat all over my body and a feeling like I'd wet myself followed! Then the CT scanner spun into action and it was over. We drove home, stopping briefly to grab a sandwich but I felt pretty awful. The beta blockers having taken their toll on my breathing.

The next day I contacted the cardiologist secretary as I didn't want to take the beta blocker anymore and needed an alternative. I couldn't get to talk to anyone and the following few days were spent chasing anyone who could prescribe me some medication. Although the report was sent to Peterborough by the private hospital after 2 days it took 4 days before I heard anything from the cardiologist at which point things changed quite dramatically.

The phone rang and I answered, the registrar was on the other end. Firstly he apologised for not answering or replying to any of my calls/messages I'd left for the previous 2 days, he'd apparently been quite busy. However he'd finally looked at the report and unfortunately it showed some quite worrying narrowings in the left major artery, so much so that they wanted to book me in for an Invasive Coronary Angiogram, the traditional way to get a highly detailed image of the heart and arteries. This is actually a medical procedure where a small tube is inserted into an artery on the wrist or groin and fed along until it reaches the heart. Once there a dye is injected and a series of x-rays are taken at all angles to get a detailed image. This again was urgent, but in NHS terms that's weeks away. Again, not until after the holiday we had planned! The problem was my Angina pains were becoming more frequent and less predictable. I had as mentioned multiple trips to hospital in the back of an Ambulance, hours and hours laying in beds in corridors, dozens of blood tests etc… I chased the appointment for the angiogram and stressed how my situation was becoming worse daily. It took a few words from Caroline to get them to jump into action when she asked them if they would take responsibility if I had a heart attack. Suddenly I was offered an appointment on the Friday, 4 days later. Half an hour later I get a call saying can you come Wednesday instead please, 2 days sooner.

So on the 21st June Caroline drove me to Peterborough for the Angiogram appointment. I was nervous but feeling so unwell I just wanted to know what was going on. After a short wait I was lead into the treatment area and prepared for the procedure. The cardiologist arrived and had a brief chat before I was taken into the theatre and final preparations were done. I climbed on to a bed, a bp cuff was placed on my left arm and a SpO2 sensor, my left arm was held out and the wrist shaved ready to have the canular inserted for the tube. Two large screens were positioned to the left which were hooked up to a mobile x-ray device which was attached to the ceiling on some sort of motorised crane like contraption. The cardiologist injected local anaesthetic into the wrist and after a short wait inserted the canular. She then started to push the tube into the artery quite quickly and forcefully. It wasn't a pleasant sensation and after a short period the x-ray machine started bobbing and moving taking various images. Then there was pain, and I suddenly felt incredibly nauseous, my head started to hurt, I felt dizzy. The cardiologist stopped and they checked my blood pressure which had suddenly dropped. They hurriedly put another canular in my left arm and a saline drip trying to boost the blood pressure which gradually increased. By this time the artery in my right arm had constricted and the cardiologist couldn't move the tube any further, the only options was to complete the angiogram by making another attempt via the groin. So they pulled out the tube from my arm, which hurt! Then proceeded to insert a canular in the groin and fed a new tube in all the way to my heart. The required images were taken and I was wheeled out, tired and in some pain. I had to lay down for an hour to give the groin artery (femoral) time to stop bleeding. This was followed by a nurse having to press down for 10 minutes hard on the incision. After a couple of hours the cardiologist appeared with results, looking rather down and a little upset. She pulled out a diagram of my heart and began to explain that the angiogram unfortunately confirmed the findings of the CT angiogram and there were 3 very serious narrowings in the left major artery, the main artery that delivers 2/3 of the blood to the heart. To make matters worse, the narrowings were positioned in really bad places, right were arteries divided and as such they could not be fixed with stents, I would need what was suspected to a triple heart bypass.

The doctor called Caroline in and explained the situation, a shock for her as well. I looked at Caroline and the emotions took over and we both got a bit watery eyed. I looked at my girl and all I could think of was our future, the things we had planned, the places we wanted to visit. I felt sad that she was going to have to deal with all of this alongside me which I knew was going to be tough and potentially a long road ahead even to get my health back. This on top of the fact I was already trying to recover from Cipro damage which had left me very unfit and weak.

The cardiologist explained that I would be referred to Papworth Hospital as an urgent request where I would be operated on and fixed. She hoped they would arrange an appointment pretty quickly due to the severity of the narrowings they had found. She then left and I lay on the bed contemplating what had just happened holding my girls hand never wanting to let it go. A short time passed and I was allowed to get up and get dressed. Additional medication was prescribed and I was allowed to leave and go home. It was a surreal experience, my mind was number oddly after the initial shock I felt calm and very matter of fact. Sure I had some anxiety about what this meant, I knew as much as these operations are fairly routine now, things can go wrong and I'd still have to wait for the appointment anyway.

The week after was slow and difficult, my angina pains continued to become more frequent and more sporadic catching me at all times and under all activities. As soon as I knew the name of my consultant at Papworth I contacted his secretary with a summary of what had been going on and how I was feeling. She replied back and later called me offering a private appointment. I explained again my situation and she suddenly told me to wait whilst she checked the booking systems. A few moments later she had tagged me on to the end of Mr Large's patient list for the following Monday. Unfortunately a day later I'm rushed into hospital again after a bad Angina episode and I'm kept in hospital for 2 days, however the hospital doctor was willing to let me out the next day as he didn't want me to miss my Papworth appointment with Mr Large.

Monday July 3rd 2017 arrives and I'm discharged from the Queen Elizabeth hospital, tired, feeling unwell but hopeful that I might get some direction regarding the operation, in particular timescales. Caroline picked me up and drove me to Papworth Hospital for the 3.20pm appointment. I didn't feel great all the way there, my chest was uncomfortable and my head wasn't in great place. We went in to the clinic and waited to be called in, however before that could happen I had to have a number of blood tests and a meeting with a cardiac nurse to go through my history. Linda, the nurse, took my details down covering existing and historic medical procedures and illnesses. She then explained the next steps and once we had finished took us back to wait to see Mr Large.

About 15 minutes passed and Mr Large popped out of his consulting room and called me in. He seemed a very nice man and I felt at ease, clearly years of experience and dealing with patients were a huge factor. We sat down and he proceeded to pull up the angiogram movies of my heart. This was the first time I'd seen them and again it was a pretty weird feeling knowing that was the muscle keeping me alive. He started to examine the video and point out the issues to me and it was clear from his expression and tone of voice that things were urgent. He looked at me and said, I think I need to make some calls immediately. Caroline was already feeling a bit off colour having listened to his explanation of my issues but we held hands and waited. Mr Large called his secretary and another person and between them they cancelled another operation and booked me in for a week later, the quickest he could manage. He told me the situation was pretty serious and needed fixing asap, without it I would die. I was told to go home and do nothing for a week! We left, again feeling numb and in my case still feeling unwell.

Caroline was amazing, she ran around after me and did everything she could to keep me comfortable and happy. But 2 days later I had another sporadic Angina attack and ended up in the back of an Ambulance on my way to the Queen Elizabeth once again. This time however things were different, my Angina was constant, the hospital now knew I actually had a heart condition and they were more cautious. The decision was made to keep me in hospital until the operation to make sure I made it! I was put in to a GTN infusion that drip fed me a constant supply of GTN which held of the majority of the angina pain.

GTN being pumped in through canular

I spent the next 2 days on the Medical Assessment Unit, followed by another 2 days in the Cardiac Care Unit (specialist cardiac ward)

My home in the Coronary Care Unit

I was transferred on the Sunday 9th July by ambulance to Papworth.

In the back of an ambulance trying to look happy but feeling pretty dire.

I felt some relief at reaching Papworth, I had finally reached the place my heart would be operated on, no more waiting, no more ambulance trips. The trip there hadn't been hugely comfortable in the back of a private ambulance for an hour or but it could have been worse. At least I was there and now just 2 days away from operation day.


From my hospital bed

So I was admitted to hospital 3 days ago after the recently diagnosed Angina became unstable. I’m up and down with pain and symptoms but in the right place. Tomorrow I get taken to Papworth hospital, a specialist cardiac hospital who will be looking after me for the next week. On Tuesday I will have May triple bypass surgery and then starts the recovery and hopefully a healthier and fitter life.

It’s all very surreal, this has happened so quickly. One minute you’re a healthy 47 year old guy, the next your in hospital getting exhausted even eating some food. I’m lucky that I have an incredible young lady in my life, Caroline hasn’t stopped running around after me and fussing. I know how hard it is for her feeling hopeless at times watching me in pain or being carted off in an ambulance again. 

Time to rest, even typing this on my iPad has me exhausted.


When I had my adverse reaction to Ciprofloxacin just over 2 years ago it felt like my world had turned upside down. The onslaught of physical symptoms each day followed by the mental torture, anxiety and depression was without doubt life changing. I’ve fought slowly to get over the remaining symptoms but they persist and only time will tell if I ever fully recover from those 8 days of medication.

But the recent diagnosis of my unexpected heart condition really puts a fresh perspective on life and what we deal with. I had my initial consultation with the surgeon yesterday where my situation was explained plain and simple. My left major artery has severe narrowing and is 95% blocked. Being male the left major artery is hugely important as it feeds the majority of the heart. At the moment I have a tiny artery feeding the heart and as such I am walking a tightrope with my life. I was told that without a doubt I will die without having this operation. So he has fast tracked me as quickly as he can and I will be going in next Monday it seems for an operation on Tuesday and a resulting triple bypass operation that I hope will give me my life back and a future for many more years. 

Why have I got this? He doesn’t know but it’s possibly genetic and inherited and he will be testing samples to look for possible causes. Maybe I’m just unlucky or maybe even Ciprofloxacin has played a part in this but I can’t say for sure.

What I will say is that my perspective has changed significantly since this has happened. The reality of a life threatening condition versus an long term condition can not be compared. I’d rather be dealing with my floxing symptoms than this any day. So when your feeling down and like your floxing damage has robbed you of life, remember you’re still alive, you still have a chance to recover and whatever happens never take for granted the life you have no matter how bad it seems. I’ve lost parents and grandparents to illness and I’d do anything to have them back.

The day the Earth stood still

When I was a kid I used to watch the old science fiction movies that were repeated on the television. Some were classic B movies with huge rubber monsters and spaceships dangling from string and others became classics in their own right. The day the Earth  Stood Still was one of those classics… but it isn’t the subject of this post, that was another day the Earth stood still, the 21st June 2017.

In recent months I have dealt with a range of physical symptoms along with the anxiety that follows them. The one particular concern was episodes of palpitations and rapid heart rate. Between December 2016 and March 2017 I had a whole bunch of testing completed to look for a potential heart issue. Multiple ECG, 24 hour ECG, blood test after blood test and an echocardiogram. The conclusion was that all my tests were normal, my heart was fine, the palpitations were stress which they may well have been.

A couple of months ago I experienced a new symptom, chest pain and discomfort. Starting with an episodes of stress enduced pain due to an idiot car driver, followed by some minor chest pain caused by exertion walking and swimming to another exertion triggered episode walking up a couple of long flights of stairs. I kept track of these, started monitoring my heart rate and blood pressure and produced a report to give to the cardiologist which detailed the episodes and my observations. Based on those observations cardiologist decided to book in a CT Coronary Angiogram to rule out a heart conditions from the picture. I ended up paying for the scan to get it more quickly but the result wasn’t what anyone expected as it showed a potential narrowing in my left major artery. The cardiologist then decided a full Invasive Coronary Angiogram would be required to look in fine detail at the heart arteries.

On the 21st June 2017 I arrived at Peterborough City Hospital with my partner Caroline for that Angiogram procedure. Somewhat nervous the hope was that the result would allow us to still take our planned holiday a few weeks later to Florida. We arrived at the Angiogram Suite early and I left Caroline behind as they whisked me off to the preparation room. My obs were taken (heart rate, blood pressure, SpO2 and temperature) then I waited. After a while a smiling happy looking guy came through some double doors and walked over. He checked my name and date of birth then led me back through the same doors he’d arrived through and on into an operating theatre. The anxiety I felt was pretty intense, a lot was riding on this going smoothly and the result being what we hoped.

In the middle of the room there was a bed or more appropriately named, an operating table. Above it hung an X-ray camera and to the left 3 large computer screens hung from the ceiling. To the righ of the bed was a metal table and a chair. I was led to the operating table where I climbed up and lay on my back. Almost instantly the room filled with 4 people, 3 nurses and the radiologist. They swung into preparation mode, placing a blood pressure cuff on my left arm and an SpO2 monitor on the index finger. The nurse on the right proceeded to prep my right arm which was to be where the catheter would inserted. She shaved under my wrist and wiped it clean ready for the cardiologist to arrive which she instantly did. 

She asked me to explain my recent experiences and then went on to explain what she was going to do. Simply put, she would insert a small catheter into an artery in my wrist and guide it to my heart where some contrast dye would be injected into the arteries of the heart directly and a bunch of X-rays would be taken from various angles. Of course I was thinking I’d rather be anywhere but on that table but I also knew I needed to know if my heart was healthy. She proceeded to inject some local anaesthetic into my wrist and swiftly inserted some sort of canular through which she would be able to insert the catheter. It wasn’t too unpleasant but it certainly gave a nasty sting as it went in. However the pain started as she pushed the catheter into the artery. After a few moments I had a terrible feeling of nausea and my head suddenly felt heavy and like it wanted to explode. The nurse called across that my blood pressure had dropped and the cardiologist stopped and ordered a canular to be inserted into the left arm and a fluid drip to increase the pressure again. A few minutes passed as they flew into action and once again my obs returned to a low but stable level. 

The cardiologist returned to the right arm and tried to push the catheter further but it had become constricted by the artery which appeared to have tightened after the previous incident. She had only managed about half the required images and decided swiftly that the remaining half would need to be completed by inserting another catheter through my groin instead. This would go up the femoral artery, one of the large main arteries and should be much easier to do. So she removed the catheter from the arm which by now was in quite some pain. A swarm of people hovered over my groin with shavers, wipes and needles, not the sight you want to see at any point in time! They shaved an area ready for the canular to be inserted, injected a local anaesthetic once again started over. Although there was some initial pain getting the canular inserted I didn’t really feel the catheter at all and in a few minutest X-ray machine had spun around and finished taking its images. Once again the nurses began the reverese of the preparation and bit by bit the devices were removed from my body and I was wheeled out to the recovery room, it was done.

Now my recovery time would usually be pretty quick if only my wrist had been used but since the femoral artery is bigger, it also bleeds more. One of the nurses had to press down on the entry point hard for ten minutes to try to stop the blood flow. After which I had to lay flat for an hour fore attempting to sit. The hour slowly ticked by and in that time my Partner Caroline was allowed to pop in briefly to say hi. Clearly I looked a bit worse for wear as she was rather emotional for a moment but I was glad to see her smile once again. She left to sit in the waiting area and I stared at the ceiling for the next hour before being sat up. I was then allowed the magic cup of tea and a sandwich which oddly was amazing, I enjoyed every sip and every bite almost like it was the first time I’d ever had them. Moving my arms was still difficult, the canular was still in the crease of the left arm and there was an inflatable wrist band over the entry point of the catheter on the right wrist. 

The nurse looking after me, Gemma, then proceeded to deflate the wrist band a small amount every 15 minutes. Each time my hand felt more blood flow and there was increased pain. I even felt a bit dizzy and had to lay back down for a while. The clock ticked and after a couple of hours the wrist band was off and I was feeling some relief although the pain in the groin and arm was worsening as the anaesthesia had worn off.

Across the room the double doors swung open and the cardiologist walked in and headed over to my bed. She pulled the curtains around the bed and asked how I was before checking the groin would for any swelling. She proceeded to push down another 5 minutes on the entry point which was once again a little painful. She then pulled out a diagram of my heart and started to summarise her findings. “So Mr Harris, the angiogram does unfortunately validate the CT Coronary Angiogram report and you do have a serious issue with the left artery of your heart”. By the time she had said the last word I already felt numb as I lay looking up at the ceiling, my mind racing and emotions overflowing. She continued to show me the diagram, a tree of arteries branching out, a large artery going down the middle with two branches, one to the right and one to the left that also divided into additional branches. She pointed out three areas the clearly showed narrowing and then proceeded to explain. “This is the right artery, its smaller and as you can see looks perflectly normal. This is the left artery which you can see divides at these locations. These highlighted locations are where there is significant narrowing, here by this split and here and here”. By now I’m thinking this isn’t good but at least you can use stents these days to fix these things. I already knew the Florida holiday was a definite no now. She then continued to explain, “The problem is that the location of these narrowings is adjacent to these dividing branches and that means we can’t use stents, I’m sorry to say you are going to need a heart bypass operation, and it will be a triple bypass”.

That was the moment the Earth stood still…

I felt the emotions kick in as the realisation of what was just said hit me. I looked at her and she was upset herself, clearly not a nice experience having to break that news. I felt my mouth open and out of it came one word rather loudly… “SHIT!” To which she replied.. “Yes indeed…” It was at this point that she asked if I had a partner with me and I said yes she’s just outside. So they called in Caroline who had no idea what had just taken place. I saw her face as she walked around the corner, that smile I love, that voice I miss when I can’t hear it and those gorgeous eyes but I felt incredibly sad because I knew she would be facing this as much as me. The cardiologist again went through the explanation and Caroline gripped my hand, visibly upset as was I. The next steps were made clear, I would be referred to Papworth Hospital, one of the leading U.K. Cardiac hospitals and in few months I would be having the operation. I’d be in hospital a week followed by three months of rehabilitation and physio to get me back to health. In the mean time I’d be starting various medications and need to take it slow and steady.

Everyone left and I lay looking at Caroline, both of us feeling like the world had just been turned on its head. We had to try to take any positives we could from this and that included the fact that at least I had a diagnosis now and it had been found before it found me. Also Papworth is a really good cardiac hospital with a great reputation, if I had to go anywhere then that’s the place to go. We tried to put a brave face on things and the nurse finished taking out the final canular before preparing the discharge letter. We then left and started on this new journey into the unknown that I am now following.

A couple of days have passed and yes it’s a bit of a rollercoaster of emotions for all of us. I’m not relishing the idea of being operated on but I know have no choice. There has been an outpouring of support from friends and family including some who have had a bypass or know people who have and have since had a very happy and active life. That at least gives some feeling of comfort and hope.

One thing is for sure, facing moments like these makes you take stock of life. You realise what’s important in, not the possessions you have or the house you live in, none of those material things. It’s the people you love, the friends you’ve made, the memories you share together that really stick with you when all else is gone.