Worthy of Respect
My grandson is 21. He was born
on 23rd November 1998 and from that point on has had a complicated and
difficult time. Diagnosed with a serious, life-limiting condition at eight
months, multiple operations, deafness, physical and learning disabilities, all
compounded by meningitis at ten years old (a result of the refusal of his
immune system to grow back following two bone marrow transplants in 2000).
Along the way, he has refused to stop or slow down and brought joy and laughter
to almost everyone that he meets- questioning them about the motorways they
use, the day their bins go out, the tram or train stations they use and the
supermarkets they shop at. He is now in his second year at college and loves it
(his college in Salford integrate the young adults with additional needs with
the mainstream students on one campus). He goes out with his adult social
services group, a service that has somehow survived repeated cuts by the Tory
government and council over the last ten years. Things have been on a fairly
even keel in recent years but you can't ever really take things for granted
with him (his immune system is still non-existent) so twenty-one is an
achievement, a marker, especially for a young man who more than once while in
hospital wasn't expected to survive the night.
My thanks to my son-in-law,
for the above details. I would like to add my own tribute to this young man.
Despite the many facets of his illness, he has never let anything get in the
way of those things he has wanted to do. He has undergone 30 operations in his
short life and lives with pain, restricted eye-sight, and some anxiety when
placed in new situations. Despite this, he lives life to the full and can get
quite excited over the simplest things. He doesn’t know he is brave. He is just
being himself. He has no immune system and is protected by regular infusions of
immunoglobulins. When he developed meningitis, he was unconscious for
three days but survived this ordeal with a loss to his hearing but with the
same resilience and humour he has shown all his life. Although the doctors said
it would be six months before he would once again attend the boy scouts, he was
back in a month. For this, he was awarded the Cornwall Badge, the highest award
for bravery given by the scouts. This was a recognition, of what his family and
friends already knew, that he was strong and brave and worthy of everyone’s
respect.
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