Corinne In Hospital :( – David Hutton Blog Entry
‘Corinne in hospital with pneumonia, under control’ the text message said. I was in the sunshine in the parade at the village gala day…June 8th 2013.
As I reach the hospital my mum sits alone in the hospital room. She is in tears and is exhausted. She has just driven with my dad from Devon where they’d been on holiday. I take one look at my sister connected to an assortment of machines and i know instantly it’s bad.
Having persuaded my parents that it’s all under control I manage to get them to go home and get some rest. I can see the relief in my mum’s eyes, ‘Davy says it’s ok’. …. the pit of my stomach was telling me it wasn’t.
I set about finding out what all the machines were doing…I learn quickly.
Temperature’s at 42, I know inside she’s literally cooking. In desperation they transfuse frozen blood into her to cool her…no-one knows what’s causing it. ‘You know she’s very sick Davy,don’t you?’ ” Of course I know she’s fucking sick,make her not sick!” I’m shouting,demanding, pleading. I can see the life leaving her hands and feet, travelling up her limbs in a kind of death march. Suddenly her temperature drops, it’s the first sign of hope. Its 1am I phone my brother in Dubai. ‘do I need to get on a plane Davy?’ he asks. My forehead is against the corridor wall….’yes Scobe, you do’ I hate myself for saying it out loud. Within 2 hours my brother is on the Emirates flight to Glasgow. Emirates are a very helpful airline. He texts to say he’s on the plane just as Doctor Brian tells me her temperature has started to rocket. She’s trying to die, we still don’t know why. I’m glad my brother doesn’t know this bit. ‘can you keep her alive until he gets here?’ I ask Brian. I train in the gym with him…he knows Cor. Nurses and doctors are visibly upset, no-one has gone home, more have come in, everyone is included in the brainstorming, including me. Think ffs! Within the hour the hospital phone my parents and tell them they should come in immediately.
They go to collect Russell, Corinne’s husband,I think they still don’t understand the situation. They would within the hour, and it’s horrible to watch the reality grab them. As my folks arrive, I’m a wee boy again. I remember crying ‘I can’t save her mum’ . It was the first time I wasn’t in control of myself since I was a child. I’m in bits. I see my mum’s eyes and get a grip of myself. We have a 5 year old boy to look after now…focus.
Kate dumps Huckleberry with Pete and Tam, he has a karate exam that morning (Huck, not Pete, Pete’s rubbish at Karate). I phone Emma in Dubai, Janey and Elaine…I speak to Maggie in Texas, Lynne in Seattle, George in Ireland, everyone heads for an aeroplane, we’re a tight crowd that way. My phone starts to ring constantly. Scott, Nigel in Dublin, Ally Common in Dubai, ‘What the fuck Davy?!’ To a man they say the same things, genuine and distraught. I take all the calls and I’m glad of them all. It’s like knowing everyone is in the room with me, I have great friends. I phone Mo ,this one is difficult. Fabio answers, I can hear Mo , she knows why I’m calling..’NOOOOO…NOOOOO!’ She refuses to take the handset..her noises are horrible, like a wounded animal, an unnatural howl. She has to say goodbye, I have to go and get her. It takes me 15 minutes to get there, Karen is there, Alan comes in. Alan is a medical man, he’s been in contact all night with me and the doctors. Everyone was involved in the brainstorm. I drive back, prepare wee Mo for what she will see. We enter the room, Kate is stroking Cor’s arm and as usual is in command, she’s very capable. Pauline the doctor looks at me, she has tears running down her cheeks…’there’s a unit in Leicester Davy, they’re sending a plane for her. They’re on their way.’ In a fraction of a second I experience disbelief, euphoria,panic…my knees give out. Will she survive the flight, the procedure….my brother arrives. take us to Leicester someone, there’s some fight left in my sister.
Huck passes his karate exam and we pass the 24hr mark.
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