Is it possible? I think I’m back!

More than three years late, I plan to re-emerge on the Internet. I may have been down – and nearly out – but I’m back! It feels amazing. Not quite real, in fact. I may have the odd hesitation, but I really do hope that This Time I can manage to stay put!

It turns out I was a great deal worse for wear than I thought. Those of us who are not doctors often have to guess whether something is wrong or not – and I appear to have a definite tendency to guess “Oh, nothing really, just need a rest”, when in fact I’m in urgent need of medical attention. Sorry, just the way it is.

So first I ended up in hospital with a stroke. Then my beloved husband died, and I swear it was at least partly due to his concern for me, and neglect of himself. And not very long after that disaster, I was found to have blood clots in my brain. Ho, hum. This sort of information probably works better with people who listen to their doctors, follow advice meticulously, and do not – repeat, NOT – imagine they know better.

I did not intend to be stupid and fail to follow instructions, it was just that I found it so very difficult to believe that the extremely complicated procedures were ABSOLUTELY VITAL. My lovely son went and asked for the medications to be provided in daily or weekly packages, but although that made it a lot easier, three of the rather numerous medicines had to be provided individually, and each one had its own special procedure! Since my poor old brain was not functioning at its best, I was rarely sure that I was taking every medication at the appropriate moment…

However, these vast quantities of drugs reduced gradually over time, until today they are simple. Down to five every morning and four every night. A doddle.

I am enormously grateful to our National Health Service. I know they are under tremendous pressure, which appears to be growing all the time, but I have never had anything less than excellent care from the professionals I encountered. One thing I WILL do in the coming year is support all moves to increase NHS funding. It is ESSENTIAL!

About Elizabeth Mapstone

Author of novels, short stories, a self-help book that really works and a serious work on the psychology of argument. Former psychotherapist, now retired and writing fiction.
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7 Responses to Is it possible? I think I’m back!

  1. Glad you are back in action!

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  2. Dave Wilcox says:

    Elizabeth, how absolutely marvellous to hear that you are back and circulating again. It has been a looong time. And you must be well if you are able to make web posts, which for many people would be the last task on their job-list. Well done you, I will follow up later.

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    • The improvement is dodgy, but continuing! The circulating bit is somewhat tenuous – can’t go further than Abingdon at the moment, without some heavy duty problems – but am trying to find ways of getting in touch with friends and acquaintances while staying home… My next job is to work out HOW to print and launch my third – and absolutely final – novel. More, I hope, later. Love, E


  3. juliamichell says:

    I’m delighted to hear of your progress from illness and tragedy to recovery. I lost my beloved husband 20 months ago and I offer you my deepest condolences, it’s a really tough one, the toughest.


    • I do so agree, Julia. I am pleased to report that the pain becomes less as time progresses, but I doubt if it ever goes away. Perhaps I don’t want it to… Thank you for your kind wishes, and please accept my condolences for your own loss.


  4. Pam says:


    You are sounding in fine fettle. So glad to hear it. A strong fighting spirit and you’ve needed it!



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