So my life and Sepsis, I recently lost my father to this terrible condition that not many people know about, and I would really appreciate it if you guys could take the time to read this post, and maybe visit the websites named at the bottom and maybe make a donation to the Sepsis Trust UK to help make sure no one else has to suffer from Sepsis and more people can recover from this condition, because it is curable if you catch it early enough.
So what exactly is Sepsis, I hear you ask. Well it can also be referred to as blood poisoning or septicaemia, and can be a life threatening condition which is triggered by something simple such as a cut or graze to the skin. It becomes apparent when your body if starting to fight the infection, but your immune system goes into over drive and starts to reduce blood supply to organs such as the kidneys, brain and heart. Without quick response and treatment this can eventually lead to organ failure and eventually death. Which sadly happened to my father back in January 2015.
What should you look out for? Well there are some early warning sighs that you or a loved one could have sepsis, at first it may look like a simple cold or flu like symptoms but the key things to look out for are:
S- Slurred Speach
E- Extreme Shivering or Muscle Pains
P- Passing no Urine in a day
S- Severe Breathlessness
I- “I Feel Like I Might Die”
S- Skin that is Mottled or Discoloured (blue fingers and toes)
If you or your loved one has any of these symptoms you should call 111 and ask the question “I think it might be sepsis” even if you are wrong it’s better to get them to hospital sooner rather than later, as later could be too late if it is Sepsis. (some other symptoms are listed on the NHS choices)
It is possible to recover from sepsis, my dad did twice over, sometimes there are lasting conditions and further complications. But the longer someone spends in hospital, the better the rehabilitation process and the less likely they are to have any further complications, or to even come across sepsis again in their life. Some people have it once as a child and never have any more problems, some people have it as adults and have no more problems
My Story: During september 2014 my dad got an infection in a cut on one of his legs, it got worse and knowing how he was he wouldn’t go and see a doctor about it. Untill it got really bad and he had to go and see the nurse every few days to get the wound dressed, and cleaned. So one day (not long before I went back to university, he had to go to the hospital for some IV antibiotics, and to get the wound deep cleaned. He never came back out of hospital from that day. I went to see him before I went back to uni, then went off to uni as normal… Then came the Xmas break, mum told me dad was home, but he wasn’t his usual self; his legs hurt a lot and he was thinner than before; but he was okay, or so I thought. Over that Xmas break he fell twice and eventually went back into hospital with a little bit of persuasion by me, because for some reason I was the only one he would listen to.
After my Xmas holidays, mum told me dad had gone into intensive care, again. He was in there for 2 weeks and those were the last two weeks of his life, which I missed because I was at university. We thought he would pull through, and so did the staff. The fought so hard to keep my dad alive, even when he pretty much wasn’t conscious. They made the decision to operate on him to take his legs, to try and keep him alive, though it wouldn’t have been much of a life. but on Sunday January 18th at 10:00am they asked my mum what she thought they should do. The staff had changed their minds, they didn’t think he would make it to theatre, but they were willing to try anyway. Or she had the option to switch off his life support and see what happens. By that, he could have started to breathe on his own again, without the oxygen being pumped into him, or he might have stayed unconscious. She chose the latter as it was best, because he was barely conscious, he wasn’t speaking at all, he didn’t even know she was there. At 10:10am I got the phone call to say that my dad had passed away ( I was at university at the time, so I couldn’t be there to say goodbye). I remembered the last thing I said to him before I went back to university for spring term was “I’ll see you later dad”… later isn’t coming. I cried, a lot, my friends and teachers were really supporting and gave me all the time that I needed. I have days all the time when I miss my dad, and when I would do anything in this world to have another day with him, or even a few hours for that matter, but I know that will never happen. I have dreams all the time that are so real it’s like my dad is still here, I wear his shirt to bed sometimes when I need that bit of comfort.
I wanted to tell people about what I went through, and to let you know about this horrible condition. I don’t want anyone to have to go through what I did. Just by reading this you could make a difference, once you know the signs you can save a life. September is sepsis awareness month, so that’s why I’m posting this now. I know it may have been difficult to read, I didn’t want to upset anyone or make anyone feel down. Thank you for taking the time to read.
Information taken from sepsistrust.org.uk and http://www.nhs.uk/Conditions/Blood-poisoning/Pages/Introduction.aspx