Apologies in advance as I am not NHS staff, but have friends and family who are. I've watched all three episodes and read every post on here. My heartfelt thanks, gratitude and sympathy to all of you who lived this and have been affected since. I've always had the utmost respect for NHS staff and continue to do so. I'm so sorry for the additional stress you have all endured as a result of the naysayers and conspiracy theorists on top of it all.
The third episode really hit home for me about the chap (I think he was supposedly 68) who had a bowel blockage / tumour but was not operated on due to lack of ICU beds. This has really made me realise how lucky my Mum was. She was 75 and diagnosed with colon cancer in Feb 2020. There were many hospital appointments and I could see what was happening, and worried about her contracting Covid as it hurtled our way from Italy. Initially, she was told she would have the tumours removed via keyhole surgery. On the day of lockdown, her colorectal surgeon said this wouldn't be possible and she would have to undergo a full hartmans procedure. On 30 March 2020, I dropped her off at hospital knowing I wouldn't be able to visit her during her recuperation. She got out of the car and didn't look back at us, as she was so scared it might be the last time she saw us. I worried for her, but I also worried for her surgeon and all of the HCPs involved in her care, as I knew they were all at risk and under such enormous pressure. She was in ICU for almost a week afterwards as she had a reaction to the anaesthetic and low BP. We had the option of speaking via ipad / video, but chose not to as we had an unspoken agreement that it would make it more emotional, and also we just wanted to let the nurses and doctors do their jobs. (I also knew by this point that there were people dying of Covid)
She spent two weeks in hospital and came out to a very strange world, but at least she came out. I'm a single person, so I was able to care for her alongside the district nurses who would drop off packs for me including aprons, masks and dressings. I wore a mask while I tended to her wounds and never hugged her, or stayed too close for too long for fear of passing on Covid. I was a key worker myself and was entitled to a school place for my daughter, but didn't take it up and left my job to keep her safe.
I believe fate played a part in her survival. The timing of her diagnosis and operation at the very start of the Pandemic meant that she was able to get that ICU bed she needed. I also believe that the switch from keyhole surgery to remove the tumours to full hartmans procedure saved her life. I will be forever indebted to her colorectal surgeon and her team.
The selflessness of those NHS staff at that time, and still now, fills me with pride. I have health issues myself, and every time I attend an appointment, I take in some hand made soaps for them (I make them myself) It will never be enough to repay them, though for saving my Mum's life. I know part of it was luck, and there were some horrendous choices that had to be made, but I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all you did.
My Mum will be 80 this year. Thanks to the wonderful NHS staff that's she is still here and I treasure every extra day she has.
Sorry this seems like a bit of a pointless post in many ways, and only a snapshot of a story within the Pandemic. Yes, the bigger story will be told in time and throughout the future, but this is my thanks to you all.