Hello everybody!
Alan is coming out of hospital today, exactly four weeks after his operation!
I don’t think it’s sunk in with either of us yet that this is all over. We’ve had a good talk over the past two days about what it’s all meant to us and we’ve both reached the same conclusion: that we just don’t want to fight this any more. We want to just forget about it and enjoy a simple life in our new house with our kittens, Posh and Beckham. To carry on fighting this and get it into court will just mean more stress and even then the outcome may not be what we want – so what’s the point?
This can’t be allowed to be about money, it’s about being able to live a simple life free of this nightmare. To be able to wake up in the morning and enjoy the day rather than sit at our computers researching and writing letters. What an horrendous 17 months it’s been. But it’s over now. We don’t have to do that any more. To fight this and get it into court will be about money and that’s not right. Money can’t put right what’s happened to us. Mr Bonser put right what happened. He saved Alan … and in the process he’s saved me!
I was dreading going back to that sort of life – just picking up the pieces where we left off, and so was Alan. Alan says he just wants to get fit enough now to be able to cut the lawn and go on holiday. Our last holiday in Greece was very sad because Alan thought it would be his last – he used to go and sit on the beach early in the morning and take in the view and think he would never see it all again, so I’ve suggested we go back to the same place, when he’s fit, and put those bad memories to rest and replace them with new, happy ones.
His attitude seems to have changed – he’s lost all the anger he’s carried with him for the past 17 months and is just relieved to be alive and not having to worry if today is his last day. This is exactly what I hoped would happen to him. That he would mellow out and just be grateful for his life and put things into perspective.
He is coming home today and I hope this will be the first day of the rest of our lives – 20th August 2004. We just want to be able to put the bad times behind us and enjoy some simple good times – our house used to be full of fun and laughter before all this started, and it’s high time to get that back.
I don’t think many newly married couples have had to face this sort of start to married life – but we’ve survived it and I hope it will bring us closer together.
This Christmas, when Alan will be fully recovered, we intend to have one heck of a celebration!
Once again, thank you all for helping to save my husband’s life. We will never forget you! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to the hospital to bring my husband home!
Don’t you just love a happy ending?
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