Good day, my cherished readers and loyal followers.
It is the second of December, winter has arrived on the calendar, though we shall see when the true chill will settle over our damp English countryside. Thank heavens the autumn has finally fledmy own autumn was nothing short of a nightmare.
You who have kept me company on Telegram have witnessed everything: the time I fell ill, the days in hospital, the second ward, even the moment of surgery. I chose not to air those details here on this platform, preferring to keep such private matters within the Telegram circle, which of late has become my sanctuary, my little hideaway where I can seek comfort, receive support, and hear kind words addressed to me.
To my dear Telegram companions, I know you read me here as well. Thank you once more for your encouraging words and prayers during my darkest hours. I never felt alone; I felt your presence beside me, and because of you everything unfolded as it was meant to. From the bottom of my heart, I love you and treasure you deeply.
Now, in brief, what transpired. On the second of September my heart rhythm went haywire and I was rushed to the emergency department. Atrial fibrillationI’ll spare you the clinical jargonbut believe me, it was hell. I never imagined arrhythmia could hide such terror.
For four days I could not even sit; whenever I stood upright my pulse surged to twohundred and twenty. After twelve days the condition steadied a little, yet the attacks persisted. Climbing to the second floor, a sudden movement of arm or leg, a nervous flinch, a sneeze, a quick rise and swift walkeach provoked a bout, heart racing to twohundred and fifty, accompanied by panic and frequent fainting.
On the seventh of November I was admitted to a wonderful place, the National Cardiac Centre, tucked away in the heart of London on Petty Lane. Perhaps some of you have been there. On the nineteenth of November I underwent a minimally invasive procedure to silence the arrhythmia, a double approachradiofrequency ablation and cryoablation performed together.
Recovery, too, has been a hard road. Radiofrequency does not guarantee total freedom from arrhythmia, yet I cling to hope that fortune will smile upon me this time. God willing!
Now for a brighter note. Today the platform sent me a token of recognitiona commemorative plaque. It is not a cash prize, but how gratifying it is to learn that I have crossed the hundredthousandfollower mark, that my work is being valued, even in this modest form. Thank you, dear platform! I am ever grateful for the experience, the knowledge, the community of followersmany of whom have become longstanding friendsthe chance to earn a living and support my loved ones. My thanks run deep.
And to you, my dear readers, thank you for devouring my stories, for the donationseach one I see, each one I cherish, received with sincere gratitude.
