One Year On

Just over a year ago, my husband H had a stroke. The following seven months were hell; from the first ten days where I’d no idea if he’d even wake up never mind recover, to the long trips to Trafford General to visit him in rehab. On the 12th December 2019, we were at physio, where they broke the news that they don’t believe he’ll make any further progress. That means no movement at all in his left arm. Very […]

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