Its been one year since I started my recovery from an attack of Weil's Disease which very nearly killed me, and put me in ICU for 5 weeks. It has been a much longer process than I thought and planned, and my determination to get back to work and put things back to normal has been thwarted by occasional bouts of depression, and a real struggle to get near to the fitness level I enjoyed before my illness.
But on 30 Sep I completed the Bristol Half Marathon with my daughter, who had promised me she would run with me when I got better in the very dark days in ICU when life was in the balance - not that I remember this exchange! We have raised quite a lot in sponsorship for Salisbury Hospital into the bargain - it's not much in comparison to the gift they gave me, but I will never be able to repay that.
The moment we crossed the finish line was another major moment of closure, putting what happened behind me. Plainly I never want to go through a serious illness again, but on reflection I think I am better person for the experience. I count myself lucky to have survived, raher than unlucky to have got the disease inthe first place. I have a different perspective on life, a much better appreciation of the NHS and those that work in it, and I understand what it is really like to be really ill and can empathise better with those much less fortunate than me.
With that run I feel my recovery is pretty much complete. It has been a long process, and I would say setting challenging but achievable goals was an important element.