and none the worse for the wear.
This photo needed here.(Don and I 2004 at a local winery)
On Monday it will be three full years since the day we bought Don home from hospital, the day he died. Since then I have worked on exposing the horrific things that were done to him inside the hospital, negligence which led to his five weeks of desperate suffering and then death. Part of this was to write a manuscript and meticulously record as much as I could find out and witnessed that caused him to go through so much unnecessary pain... it was wrung out of me. Many tears.
Yesterday I had a phone call from a longtime friend who had handed my manuscript to a printing/publishing company. Up until now after approaching 28 publishers and others who just print the book anyone who was interested was not prepared to take the chance because it was critical of the medical staff involved.
The people she took my manuscript to are interested and would like to see it published before the elections later this year. They said it was powerful.
I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders as I was almost at the end of what i could do to have it published.
Over the past three years I have given the medical people involved and the bureaucrats every opportunity to do the right thing and acknowledge what they did and what they covered up. Now I want to expose them. Not one more person should be put through what don was and what our family has had to deal with then and now and no doubt for many years to come.
Instead of my seeing Don's face as it was in the hospital, as I went to sleep last night, the face I had behind my eyes in the darkness had the biggest grin...and the timing is just incredible.
Also on Monday I sign a form with the lawyers to have the issue taken to the Supreme Court in the hope of having a Writ ordered to force a full Inquest into Don's death. Again... Monday 17th Don's anniversary...I had been waiting for a while to get this paperwork and it arrived on Friday - but the signing will be on Monday...
So I celebrated last night with three boiled eggs and toast ( a bit lax in the cooking dept at times these days) and three good (Big)sized glasses of my favourite De Bertolli's Cardonaay (from the cask)...and could hardly concentrate on anything else at all...slept like a baby and woke up still smiling...No doubt I was not alone in my celebrations as the girls were so happy for me, and have the same need to have people know what happened as it is not something you can tell people in a few words. I think it will help them as much as it will help me, and I know Don would want us to do this because he was always a crusader for the rights of others himself.
And I took time to toast the Angels and Don because I definitely have had help... part of this poem says it all as far as I am concerned
"
Human Frailty
By William Cowper (1859)
But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost."
