Hadrian’s Wall – Completed!
We did it! My partner and I walked along Hadrian’s Wall from Carlisle to Newcastle in just four days, and raised nearly £350 for CRY in the process. We bounced out of the door bright and early on the first day, full of energy and ready for the challenging 20 miles ahead of us. But by the time we’d been
Ablation for WPW??
Hi, I’m new to this and looking for any information or advice people can give 🙂 I was diagnosed with WPW 10 years ago now when I was 14 and have been on Atenolol ever since. The medication has done an amazing job of controlling my symptoms and minimising episodes but of course they are still there from time to
Hadrian’s Wall
When I was diagnosed with Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome in the middle of my final exams for my Classics degree, Cardiac Risk in the Young helped me through that difficult time. They supported me all the way through my ablation operation, and through the additional tests in the year after that which finally diagnosed me with sinus tachycardia. Now that my heart
Running the London Marathon for CRY
Running the London Marathon for CRY I still can’t quite believe I’ve ran a marathon! But, we did it! In October 2015, I had two big things on my mind, I was awaiting the date for my electrophysiological study to both confirm the diagnosis of my Wolff Parkinson White Syndrome and to hopefully cure me and I was also awaiting
Trust your gut
So yesterday I died again, for the 9th time. Luckily, I was already at a hospital, unluckily, I didn’t have my ICD to protect me — it had been switched off. So a bit of back story; having had 8 cardiac arrests previously, my consultant Cardiologist had referred me to see the Transplant team at a hospital NW of London.
One Year On
It’s now been Seven years since my out-of-hospital, pre-ICD, sudden cardiac arrest — and I have had 7 further arrests and ICD shocks — but I found this old blog post I wrote one year after the event, that for me is an interesting look back at how I felt during those initial months. Perhaps it might help someone here
I’m not a Zombie anymore…
I used to like to think of myself as a real-life Zombie. I mean, I am un-dead, even MORE than just un-dead (I think it’s more accurate to say I am un-un-un-un-un-un-un-undead now). I am THE Walking Dead, the real-life Dead..Poole. One of my favourite zombie movies is Zombieland, where they outline the rules when dealing with zombies. Obviously, God
The Nightmares
Let’s get real for a second, this shit is scary. I don’t like to show it, half part my upbringing in a macho-Australian culture, and half part the fantasy of trying to be a stoic, heroic videogame character. But I can’t pretend that this doesn’t affect me, and there is no better place this manifests than when I’m at my
How a Suit saved my life
When I collapsed for my initial out-of-hospital cardiac arrest when I was 20, it was at a train station in an Australian town called Caboolture. It was the closest train station to my home town on the Sunshine Coast, but had a reputation for being a rough neighbourhood, a town primarily occupied by people on welfare and social support, or
To the girl on the train
At my local train station where I caught the train to my Internship, there was a gorgeous girl who took the same train. Every day, I would try and get the courage to say hello, but couldn’t. One day, we were even seated opposite each other, and yet I still didn’t say a thing. For 3 weeks this carried on,
