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Story of miracle man
Falling ill in 2006 on a school trip
Falling ill in 2006 on a school trip
Falling ill in 2006 on a school trip
During what was meant to be an exciting school trip to Paris, my life took an unexpected turn. I remember feeling disoriented around my friends, unable to understand the words being spoken around me or even make sense of my own.
It wasn’t long before my mum noticed the alarming signs: my feet had turned blue, and I was struggling to breathe.
I was rushed to the hospital, where doctors delivered devastating news—my lungs were almost completely infected, so not enough oxygen was getting to my brain or my feet and my only chance of survival lay in being connected to an ECMO life support machine.
Miraculously, Great Ormond Street Hospital (GOSH) had the last available machine.
I was quickly transferred and began a seven-week journey, fighting to reclaim my life. It was a journey of survival, resilience, and the power of hope. A journey that continues to shape who I am today.
During a school trip to Paris, I suddenly felt disoriented, unable to understand the words around me or even my own. My mum quickly noticed the signs—blue feet and difficulty breathing—and I was rushed to the hospital. Doctors revealed my lungs were nearly fully infected, depriving my brain and feet of oxygen. My only chance of survival was an ECMO life support machine.
Miraculously, Great Ormond Street Hospital had the last available machine, and I was transferred immediately. Over seven weeks, I fought to survive, beginning a journey of resilience and hope that continues to shape me today.