Perhaps a morbid read

Recently we returned to Claire House. I hadn't visited since Zack's death and to be honest, I don't think I was prepared for the affect our return would have on all our grief.

We went to complete the pages for Zack in the memory book. I can't decide whether I find or found it comforting or distressing. 

Zack's entry in the memory book

Claire House Hospice on the Wirral was to be our saving grace in the last part of Zack's life. The doctors both there and at the hospital moved heaven and earth so that they could transfer Zack for end of life care. 

The first hurdle was to be the transfer and an ambulance from another Liverpool hospital very kindly offered to undertake this journey. Zack was still on High flow oxygen and fortunately the hospital had a portable version to use for transfers, It required an anaesthetist to travel with him and as it turned out it happened to be the original anaesthetist who saved his life two years ago. Now here we were with a very different outcome inevitably coming our way but an opportunity to say thank you to the doctor that bought us more time with Zack. And I did, I thanked him and he put his hand on my shoulder and said please you don't have to say thank you it's what we do. 

Yes it is what they do,  they do this day in and day out, saving lives, sometimes not being able to save lives and sometimes walking a little of the way during the end of someones life. It is only when you experience how great our medical care system can be that you really do appreciate it. And as you know, I have experienced both the good and the bad. But for Zack, I was determined that his life was not going to finish as it began and for those people involved I am forever grateful.

Now I know this blog has become somewhat depressing, perhaps a morbid read, but it is Zack's story after all and the end is sad but as with his life it was also interspaced with laughter. 

Laughter? Yes, laughter, in the dark, there was laughter. It's a strange concept isn't it?  But grief has an odd way of twisting you from one emotion into another without much warning. And whether your grief allows you only to feel sadness, or hopefulness, or regret or even laughter there is no right or wrong as I am beginning to discover.

Just as our lives with Zack were always full of laughter and constant dramatic interludes, his death was no different and I think even he would have found this story hilarious. So forgive me if you think, shock, what poor taste, but it isn't it was just another dramatic comedic interjection in Zack's life and a little light relief that was needed at the time. 

Back to where we where then, Zack was comfortable in hospital, on high air flow and they were getting him ready to transfer to Claire House. Dan was going to go with him and I was going to meet them at the hospice.  

Sounds simple you would think. Nope. Dan and Zack successfully got to their destination, myself on the other hand got lost in the middle of Liverpool unable to find the place and I reached a new state of stress. Four phone calls I received from Dan asking where I was as they needed to take Zack off the High flow and put him just on oxygen. The concern was that they didn't know how long he had and we might not make it in time. 

And again I don't know how I knew this but I did, look, Im not turning into Sally Morgan UK psychic, call it intuition or a gut feeling but I knew Zack would wait and it wouldn't be until the next morning we would say our final goodbye. So whilst I was stressing, there was also an inner voice that I trusted, I knew we would be okay.

By the fifth call Dan said they are going to blue light you in stay where you are and a police escort will find you. "Seriously",  I said.  "Yes", he replied. 

Apparently the conversation in the hospice went alone the lines of,  "Do you want us to get her a police escort here?"  To which Dan said "Can you do that?"  "Yes", they said, "Watch this."

And sure enough within five minutes I had a call telling me to go to the tunnel wait there and someone will come and find you. Four police cars later driving past, none for us, we went through the tunnel. 

A second call from the police, "Where are you?"  "Well on a dual carriageway opposite a shopping centre." Cue blue lights going past me. Another call, "Where are you again?" To which I replied,  "He's just gone past me." Honestly you couldn't make this up. The loveliest police officer finally found us and said, "Do you want to get in here or do you want to drive your van?"  To which I replied, "You joking I'm not leaving the van here I'll never see it again." Sorry people of Liverpool, but it was a proper dodgy part. 

What followed was the fastest I've ever driven down roads following a blue light going through every red light. Scarlett in the passenger seat beside me said, "Oh my god mum you've gone through a red light, this is mad." 

We eventually made it. Waiting outside a row of people, a doctor, a nurse a WAV abandoned sideways at the front and a quick thank you to the police officer.

Zack was still with us, oblivious to the drama his mum and sister were involved in but we all knew he would have found it extremely funny. That even now he was the epicentre of the dramatisation of our lives.