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Be grateful for today

Hospitals really do see the full life cycle. Most people are born in a hospital and quite a few people die here too. Having been in and out of hospitals I have seen many occasion the curtains being drawn only for the porters from the mortuary to come up with the coffin trolley. 

Today on the ward one of the patients got married. He's only 33 and had bowel cancer and has weeks to live. 

The wedding had been planned for April but it was his one wish to get married before he died. He was so ill he couldn't even make it down to the chapel in the hospital and instead had it in the meeting room just outside the ward. 

There were 8 bridesmaids all wearing a gorgeous coral coloured dress and the bride looked gorgeous as she walked down the aisle of the ward. 

It really makes you think about how short and fragile life is. And how lucky we are...there is always, always someone worse off than you. 

I thought my wedding vows were emotional given that they were taken just weeks after my operation and stay in intensive care in 2009 but I can only imagine what the 'in sickness and in health, til death do us part' must have been like for them to say today. 

I'm glad they got to have their special day and hopefully the memories of the wedding day will be happy one. 

NB x


****Just been talking to the grooms sister in the dayroom. He only decided at 9pm last night he wanted to get married. They got the bridesmaid dresses from a 24 hour Asda, going all round London to get the right sizes, got the boquet of flowers made at the florist this morning and the bride went to the registry place at 9am this morning to sort it out. It wasn't until 11am that they knew it was definitely going ahead at 1pm! The sister said the nurses did the room up lovely for them and that it was such a beautiful wedding and they are utterly besotted with each other which just makes it seem even crueler. I had to excuse myself because I was about to start crying. 


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