Update on life..

I’m back!

I’ve been absent for a while and whilst i wish i had some sort of excuse for it to make my life seem somewhat exciting i sadly don’t. If anything it’s just the natural progression of life that has caught me off guard and several things have come up altogether so i thought what better way then to sum everything up from the last couple of weeks in one post.

Going way back to my last blog post, a few days before my family had made a decision that pretty much changes the everyday running of life meaning any spare second has gone to getting ready and all packed up for a new adventure which i will eventually talk about in a later blog post.

I then last-minute decided to take a trip to London, ON MY OWN. If you’ve read my blog from the beginning you would be aware on how much of a big deal that is, for me to get on a train by myself and travel all the way to London before meeting friends is a big deal and if im honest with you i was doubting myself, abit like everyone else but i felt different somehow. I felt like even though i was god awful petrified to the point i was throwing up that i could still do it and i did! If im completely honest i personally know i wouldn’t have even had the thought to try if it hadn’t had been for my two best friends pushing me into travelling with them only a few months before. I feel thankful that i have such supportive but pushing people by my side, it being exactly what i need.


After that weekend i felt poorly and drained from such a good day but also such an exhausting week beforehand what with panicking about what could potentially go wrong meaning the next couple of days i was just resting and getting myself back up to normal health.

The next big event after that was quite possibly the saddest, in my eyes anyway. My baby niece started nursery and my eldest niece started big school. That’s right they’re both officially in some sort of education. I’m so sad that they are growing up but so happy of the little ladies they are turning into. Whilst the eldest is loving going to big school, wearing a uniform and learning new things, my poor sensitive soul in the youngest one is hating her time at nursery at the moment, meaning her little face when she goes in is a little short of heartbreaking but I know in a few weeks she’ll love the place. Not going to lie that being with my sister when they are both in school/nursery is too quite and now I cant wait until October for the baby to arrive!

I was hoping to update after them starting school but typical me caught a bug and when I say a bug i mean i felt bed bound for days by how go awful it made me feel but i won’t go into detail as i know some people who read my blog may have a phobia and not particularly like talk of such things.

To say a specific date I could update next would be bad of me what with certain things in my life at the moment being uncertain and left in the open to be decided at any time meaning i can only say that the next post will be up when i get the time away from my hectic life. I do however miss posting weekly, i feel its my time out on life and i can let my feelings be known a different way and a way that wouldn’t get too many questions but I’ll get back to that schedule eventually.

Have a good day 

Sky x


I feel let down.

As many of you know i wrote a blog post a while back on my mums mystery illness and what she has to go through on a daily basis, lately her illness has only gotten worse and her body is so exhausted 24/7 that shes been experiencing pains in every part of her body and has had a dramatic weight loss . I was lucky enough to get a response on my last blog post off a lady who said she could possibly have something called ‘cynical vomiting syndrome’ and if im honest with you i was elated because after looking it up it was exactly what my mum had been going through for as long as i can remember. Personally i would like to thank the woman who took time out of her day to write such a helpful comment, thank you Jess White, because it was the closest we have been to an insight on what could potentially be wrong.

Now as my doctor was always in high command we had to wait over a month and a half to be able to get my mum into an appointment and over that time she progressively got worse and obviously we worried. Eventually her appointment came which when we got there he had a 62 minute delay (which again is normal and we are perfectly ok with) and i wrote everything i needed to down in a bid to at least get some sort of tests or confirmation from the doctor himself. Did we? No. Instead we got a doctor accusing my mum of it all being in her head as she felt guilty for something and felt the need to punish herself.

To say im disgusted would be an understatement. My mum has been poorly for over 20 years. Never in my life have i had the chance to make plans with my mum months before without a fear it would need to be cancelled because she got ill. Shes missed parents evenings, performances and award ceremonies for all three of her children. Shes thrown her guts up for 2 weeks every month for YEARS to be told that its all in her head, that its all a fake reality that shes set up herself.

He didn’t do an examination, he didn’t ask her questions and he merely looked at the paper i had taken time out of my day to write in order for him to understand for the ten thousandth time for him to glance at it, take a look at my mum and assume from that look that there is indeed nothing wrong with her.

Personally i felt like we were being rushed out because he was crazy behind in his schedule and its making me second guess ever going back to him again. Granted it may have been a one off but i feel as though we were shrugged off and my mum was made to be this crazy woman who faked an illness for over half her life.

We are going to get a second opinion, at a different doctors and even to a specialist if need be as personally i dont feel as though anything that doctor said has any relevance to what we asked of him today. As someone who witnesses my mum every day going through this it breaks my heart that at the one chance we got to finally get an answer that we were shrugged off. Was it because we are constantly at the doctors trying to get an answer? Possibly. Im sorry we’re so desperate to help my mum lead a normal life for once but i will continue until someone takes us seriously.

Ill keep you updated.

Have a good day

Sky x



This is all new to me, it’s almost like im taking a journey with you all into discovering things about this illness that I didn’t even know existed. Now im aware my blog is usually filled with things that link to my anxiety and other mental health issues but after the week my families been through i feel as though this could be a way to make people aware of something so common but often not considered.

Now my parents bless their hearts are never well, jumping between different illnesses they often spend days in bed or on the sofa unable to even get a breath of fresh air, my dad being the worst. You see my dads been through it all from severe back pains to problems with him arms to discovering his SVT and now COPD. You see before this week none of us knew this existed I mean sure as everything we had heard the letters uttered on a TV program but the meaning of it was still unknown to us.

This week started out brilliant, like any other week, me and my mum had ventured to town on Monday with probably half a country worth of family in tow and then ventured back home with all the goodies we had brought, or should I just put a whole in our purses after my nieces pulled that very well-known face and i ended up giving them whatever they wanted (it’s an auntie thing, they’re sensitive souls). Tuesday started off pretty normal too we had collected my eldest nieces to have for the night like usual and spent the night being run around in circles. 6PM is when it started, the coughing fit. At the time we thought nothing of it as my dad has quite a bad cough naturally due to him smoking since a young age. He slept downstairs as usual to not wake or bother my mum during the night and Wednesday started the same, i thought nothing of it at the time. Going up to my nans to go to town and just to really muck about with whoever decided to show up that day, then i got a call. A call that started everything off.

If you know my mum you would be aware what a worrier she is, I suppose you can say worse than me, to the point sometimes its me calming her down instead of her calming me down so when she told me she didn’t know what to do and should she call an ambulance i thought nothing of it, walking down home and thinking i would see nothing but my dad and the usual situation but it was worse then that. I have never in my life been as frightened as that before, for personal reasons i want to keep some details of this private for me and my family as it was a sensitive time for us all.

Watching two ambulances drive away with my parents was one of the hardest thing to watch, granted I had seen it happen Quite a few times in the past but none had been as severe as this, none made me worry if i was only going to see one of them again. I remember that night clearly, god i must have been so annoying. I tried to busy myself until i got a call from my mum but i still somehow found myself to be calling her every 20 minutes to see if there was any news. That night we were still none the wise, all we knew is my dad was on a drip and oxygen, my mum being sent home with only small details and the doctors themselves not really knowing what was wrong. It was something like a mystery.

The next day was the worse. My mum had worked herself up so much overnight that she brought her illness on so had no choice but to spend the day in bed throwing up meaning i stepped forward to help, now doing things on my own isnt very easy for me but i decided to push everything aside and grow some balls because someone had to keep everything together.

I went to the hospital, arriving 10 minutes early for the visiting times and getting a severely bad attitude from the nurse who was at reception but knocking it off I went into my dad, worst sight ever. In a none cruel way ive never seen him look so terrible, he was almost yellow, oxygen attached to his nose and his arm attached to a drip, ive never been more scared. Luckily however the nurse said the drip would be the last one and that he would feel somewhat more awake after. I was so scared i cant even put into words, my dads usually the strong one, he can be crippled in pain and still be out cutting  the grass so to see him so vulnerable was heartbreaking.

That afternoon after wandering around town for hours to waste time before the next visiting hours i arrived at the hospital again. We were told he had a bad chest infection and due to his age it affected him worse than usual because his immune system isn’t what it used to be, we were told that within a couple of days he will be out right as rain again.

It was anything but, the next day we were told he had Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease or COPD for short. Of course we were clueless, it’s not something we had encountered before nor was it something we were educated in. I hadn’t a clue and I suppose you could say i brushed it off as just needing pumps and he will be fine.

Since being home ive realised how wrong i was. No matter the medication or the pumps my dad is still bad, not even being able to walk to the back door without causing himself some discomfort and bad shortness of breath. It’s scary to watch and if im honest with you it scares me to sleep because i never know what im waking up to.

Now for all of you that don’t know COPD is a condition where the airways become inflamed and the air sacks in your lungs are damaged, this causes shortness of breath which can make day-to-day ‘normal’ activities very hard. There is no cure for COPD, no way to get rid of it and no way to keep it at bay. Some people may say its my dads fault I mean he did smoke for most of his life but i say different. When smoking you dont think about the effect its having on your body just like everything else that you can get addicted to. It’s a want, a need and all you think about it fulfilling that need and making the stress somewhat better. My dad knows it was his smoking that caused this, that if he didn’t smoke there was a chance that this couldve avoided happening but then i suppose you can say there’s a chance that it might still have. I’m proud to say that this is his 5th day cigarette free and although i know its hard for him i also know that he can do it and before long it will be months of not smoking and ill be even more proud of him then i already am.

At the moment our family is familiarizing ourselves with this new addition and trying to change things to make it easier for my dad, of course he has a lot of appointment and things coming up, he has alot of struggles and battles that will no doubt be tough on him but I know my dad and i know he will be as fine as he can possibly be.

I’ll keep you all updated, thank you for reading

Sky x