Campbell's Story

So what’s going through my mind now? In no order

Was the Operation a waste of time?
Has something gone wrong?
Have my new arteries clogged up already?
Am I going to die suddenly?
I will never be the same again?
I hate feeling like this; I used to be the life and sole of parties!
Why am I feeling worse 12 weeks on and that feeling has only really started again these past 2weeks?
Am I going to have a stroke next? And in today’s Daily Mail another scare about Atenolol users who are 26% more at risk of strokes? What next?
Has anyone out there gone through the same?
Have I got throat cancer?

It would be unfair not to tell the readers that on top of my illness I have massive debts, which I cannot pay, I feel I cannot get a job now and that is adding to my pressure. If I go Bankrupt so what?? Thousands are going bankrupt now and that’s partly down to the banks themselves for making it too easy for people to get into debt. I am more worried about earning a steady income and being able to live comfortably for the rest of my life, which I hope, like most, will be well into old age. For some one who has been all over the world, new cars, great income that might sound like more of the same. Not now. If I could manage just 1 holiday a year either in the UK or abroad that would do. As long as I can pay my rent, bills and get my health back that’s all I ask for now. Anything more will be a bonus.

I wrote this because this is/was starting to beat me, I am neither a loser nor a quitter, I know I can bounce back but I also know I cannot do it alone.

Human beings always seem to make comparisons and when you do have a serious illness we get into that mode of Lucky V Unlucky. I guess looking at statistics I am lucky, that it happened maybe unlucky. The key I think is not to do with luck it’s simply about doing your best to stack the cards in your favour. I see people who I was in rehab with last year wrecked with booze and still smoking? What I think of them is of no relevance the fact that they have chosen to keep smoking is exactly that, there choice, their lives. I have no right to sit in judgement of others unless it directly affects my own safety and well-being. Do I support the Scottish Executives Decision to ban smoking in public places in 2006, you bet I do. Why, it means there will be more places I can go to and not come home stinking of fag smoke or having had my lungs panned by passive smoking. I hadn’t intended making any political statements but hey if it helps someone else put them out for good then it will have been worth it.

I am however concerned only about how I am feeling right now, I want to feel good, I want to be able to tell everyone my surgery has made me a new man but so far it hasn’t and it is driving me to despair. I had my 3 month fasting Cholesterol check today and luckily for me the “Vampire” was an ex CABG nurse, Margaret, she was so kind to me today and also insisted that I see my Doctor immediately, fat chance as it normally takes an age, not their fault they are just over worked but I have an appointment on Monday 30th at 2pm I will let you know how I get on in my Xmas news letter.

In closing there are loads of people I would like to thank and I’m sorry if I miss anyone, but I don’t want to turn this into an “Oscar Speech” and bore you all at the end so in no order of merit. To everyone, friends, ex colleagues and family who have sent me words of encouragement either by phone, e-mail or get well cards a huge thank you. Ang and Don who stayed with me on the eve of my admittance. All of you who visited me in hospital, especially my ex Wife, Marjorie, Auntie Betty and Uncle Jimmy, Archie and Elizabeth McCallum and for also washing my “kechs” Auntie Doh. Of course the Medical Team under the leadership of Professor D J Wheatley. The Dumfries Cardio Rehab whom I have terrorised now for 18 months and for their on going support not just to me but all the patients.

Pete and everyone at El Caballo de Espana. Ian and his family for their support then and now, also thanks to Caroline for putting up with my moaning! Alex for getting me out of hospital a day early and for 5 days after care at his home with Norma and Kerr. Jeff and his family for always being there for me. Sean, H and CJ (thanks for the pokemon necklace honey love Grandad Young xx) and last but not least Lorna and Simon without whom my world would not be worth a toss. I love you both from the bottom of my heart. Dad xx

Finally To God! I doubt the use of forms are used but I guess I got a tick instead of a cross so I’m still here to write “My Story” just as you all are reading it. God bless

Campbell B Young

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