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This was written in
2007
so is now very dated
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Things might have stayed like this had it not been for those genes! Dad died in 1974 – a serving policeman to the end. In a roundabout way it was his talent for ‘doing things’ that caused his death. On New Year’s Day, on his way out to work, he rushed back to collect an electric drill, to fix a notice-
It started to become more obvious before my son was born and I was confined to bed. That wasn’t a problem for me. I have already said I can’t sit and do nothing but to stay in bed with lots of knitting to do made it more bearable than it would have been for many other people. I knitted a beautiful square 2 ply shawl because I couldn’t think of anything that might take longer to knit. When it was finished I knitted an equally pretty round 2 ply shawl for my friend whose baby was due just a couple of months later. I had already bought patterns so visitors were dispatched to buy wool. I knit sleeping bags, and hats, and coats, and anything else you can think of and when my son finally arrived on the scene he was so small everything was too big. He soon grew into them and, in case I forget to mention it later, he is now a very grown-
Knitting kept me sane over the next few years as I sat waiting at endless hospital appointments and treatment. Others fidgeted and complained but I could be happy with something in my hands. Arrival? Was this what it was all for? To keep me calm where others got agitated when I couldn’t normally be described as a placid patient person?
It wasn’t an arrival. The real journey hadn’t even started yet.
In 1986 I had a kidney transplant and, although there were serious complications at the start, I suddenly felt like I had never felt in my life. With a progressive illness you never notice changes from day to day. You don’t realise you feel ill – until a miracle happens and you feel better. I’m sure I feel younger now than I did 30 years ago. When someone asks my age I could happily tell them I am 25 and believe it. They wouldn’t but I could.
The first few weeks were difficult, for a variety of reasons. I had to be kept in sterile surroundings for a while and the only items allowed in the room were essentials that were made as sterile as possible. I had to have hospital nightwear, toothbrush, comb, etc. but, worse than all this, knitting was not allowed in the room. Due to the complications, which meant the situation fluctuated from one day to the next, I was popped in and out of quarantine several times. Eventually quarantine within the hospital was no longer needed.
This particular renal disease normally makes people very sleepy and after a transplant they revert to fairly normal hours of sleep. When I was ill I had slowed down but only to the point where I appeared to be a normal sleeper. As a child I had been a non-
As far as I remember, knitting caused no difficulties at this time but progressively, over the next few weeks, I became aware that I had very little feeling in my fingers and where I had previously worked mostly by touch I was now having to look more often at what I was doing and I was making more mistakes. This was one of the side effects of the vital anti-
5. HANGING BY A THREAD