For the next two years my life involved being in and out of surgery between work shifts and of course once the implant was removed the infection continued because the bug was still in my body and they could not identify what it was. My survival skills had really been solidified at this point, I went straight back to work once I was out of the hospital and luckily working in the hospital I could fit in appointments around work time. I would have to have surgery every couple of months for the next two years due to ongoing infection recurring and suffer endless drains and wound care which was equally emotionally, psychologically and physically traumatic for the next two years. I never failed in my role as parent and doing everything in my family of my children and my partner and he never once lifted a finger to help or provide support and for that I will never forget.
I had managed to let my mother back into our lives because I needed her at times to pick up the children as my only means of support and fortunately for me because of my health issues I had managed to lose a significant amount of weight so for a short period of time I had some acceptance and reprieve from my mother’s harsh words and judgement but she still scrutinised everything I put in my mouth and constantly reminded me of the fear that I could get fat again.
