I’m off work with covid and I feel so ill and depressed.
Years ago, when I was pregnant, I was so, so ill. No one took me seriously apart from one medical person who I saw regularly for more scans than normal. She was like light. She was amazing. DH and I both thought so and in one amazing moment looked at each other and said her name. That’s our child’s name. We named our child after her.
It turned out I WAS seriously ill so ended up with a lot of hospital appointments when my child was little. At one we were both in the scanning department and I popped in to show the medic her namesake and she cuddled my baby.
over the years I’ve thought of getting in touch via Linkeden but it always felt a bit odd so I didn’t.
Something exciting has happened in DC live related in a spurious way to one of the scans she took. I Googled her to think I’ll do it this time, I will contact her.
she died earlier this year. She died of the same disease that made me ill and no one believed I had, apart from her, she told me to go back and back and get seen. She obviously leaves lots of loved ones but she leaves a child. A child like mine.
I feel somehow responsible.