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Campbell's StoryThe hardest thing I found about starting to write this was that I was a “wee bit” unsure of where to start and a bit worried about how I would feel as I poured out my personal experience and worst fears onto paper. Starting at the beginning is always a safe bet but there is really no point in starting at the very beginning of Campbell Young’s life after all the readers, me included, are only concerned about one part of our lives now our illnesses and recovery. But here’s a quick version. Age 48, Divorced, Two Grown up kids Lorna and Simon, 1 son-in-law Sean and 2 of the Grandest Grand Kids ever, Courteney and Harvey. Born Glasgow 8/8/1957 and brought up by my Adoptive Parents in Airdrie, Archie and Mary Young. Already you can see I was raised in the “Heart Attack Belt” of “Bonnie Scotland” where copious amounts of Fish and Chips and Great Scottish Breakfasts, Dinners and Suppers are washed down with booze and fags. I was a non-smoker until I was 26 years old partly caused by what happened next and where I was working. Dad checked out at aged 57 on the 21st of March 1983 massive heart attack. I was in Saudi when it happened, watching the once revered Mr. S Hussein, used American $$’s and equipment to wage an almighty scrap with his next door neighbours Iran. I remember the day as if it was yesterday. I wont say much more about my parents or that time of my life as this is about now, me and not them. Suffice to say that morning I had lost my Dad, best friend and the brother and sister that I never had all rolled into one. Yes we were very close and I miss him as much now as I did in those early days of losing him. Mum struggled on for another 12 years without him with just her “wee dog” which my ex wife and I bought for her Mindy. Mindy was put to sleep in February 1995 and Mum Died probably of a broken heart 2 months later. A heart that had, most likely, been breaking for 12 years since losing my Dad. I had already made, what I thought was a smart move. In 1990 I legged it south with my then Wife Marjorie and kids to England (Oxfordshire). Mainly, because of my job in the SS industry. Sales and Stress but also in the hope of a better life, diet and a promotion. Well it did take me away from a chip shop on every corner. By the way my son wanted me to write this in Broad Glaswegian a bit like “Oor Wullie” or “The Broons”. Maybe some day when I feel happier with myself I will put it into Scottish for a “wee giggle”. But for now let’s make it easy and hopefully interesting for my fellow patients. OK now the bad stuff, I had been on and off the fags since I was 26, my mate who’s a Doc (GP) a bit of a swot, states “you are an average of 7 a day man” So not a heavy smoker. My favourite tipple is Red Wine and since losing Mum in 1995 I have been easily consuming a bottle of red most days on my own. I was therefore somewhat surprised to find that an earlier liver function test was just slightly above normal and a recent one, 4 weeks ago was normal so nothing for me to worry about there? Campbell's Story Page [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] You are here: Home >> Your Stories >> Campbell's Story |
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