Survivor guilt

 As new year & Hogmanay approaches I always get deep into my own thoughts "what have I achieved this year" and "what is my target next year" is never far from my thoughts at this time. I love Hogmanay with it's tradition in my childhood household as a new start. My parents instilled looking ahead positively at this time as I grew up.

I have always been like this. Some have called me a dreamer but as I look back on my life I have a history of achieving those dreams eventually. I have experienced & enjoyed so much I surprise myself at times with memories that spring into my mind from surprising triggers. Like my detailed tour of Westminster & drunken late night on the famous Westminster terrace as guest of then rebel MP but now shadow chancellor John McDonnel. The debate went on until 2am in the morning. We got absolutely legless & he drove us home.

This sense of trying to experience so much was heightened 9 years ago when diagnosed with heart failure and told the blood clot would have killed me if it had moved. 

I was so lucky to meet & fall in love with my fellow heart patient Lorna early in my heart journey. I was reckless in the early days after diagnosis when I didn't understand the strange feelings I was having & I blew any savings I had. 

Lorna gave me direction & structure to achieve goals together. I have settled down to a busy but wonderful life.  The Olympics, Commonwealth Games, Tours of Scotland, European & Scottish parliaments, the list is staggering for 2 heart failure patients but basically we just want to enjoy this life so much but we also strive to include & show the kids to follow their dreams also.

I accepted early on in my heart failure journey that my death could be instant at any time, I do not fear it as I believe 9 years on those closest to me will remember me fondly with shared happy memories. 

I have spent so much quality time with those I love especially nephews/nieces I simply didn't know before. Lorna & my daughters will be financially secure & I tell them not to mourn me for long but instead to fondly remember me then carry on the dreaming.

If your close to heart failure groups you see death regularly although not as often as you would think now because of modern medicine. Not all of them shake me and I just accept majority of them as part of my journey.

3 so far have affected me badly, Sandra, Helen & Yasmina I remember exactly where I was when I got told. Their own heart journeys touched me and when they suddenly ended I panicked at am I doing enough to justify my extended life. Have I done enough with those closest I love so much. Have I just fallen into complacency at my achievements so far? My life comes under a dark cloud for a while as I consider the implications, I become scared, I become angry, I have come to understand the term is survivor guilt.

So this month I got another shock that shook me but from an unexpected person not heart related. In my 2005's boys football team I have one lad who plays for 1st team who if I am short & games don't collide I call on the Friday & he comes and plays for my team. I secretly wish for this every week. His mum is always so positive on the phone & usually when she drops him off she tells me he loves playing for my team. She usually rushes off to drop the older boy at his football. I called last Friday night and she says straight away yes as she explains he gets excited when he heard her say "hi John". He arrived with his dad last week and I love coaching this lad, his enthusiasm is infectious within a team, Kyle tells me he loves playing with him. Every game he listens and always does what I ask, we win 6-1. I speak to his dad to tell him this & he explains the lad enjoys my team because of how I coach him. He feels my team would beat the 1st team now, The respect is mutual & my dealings with this family are always a joy & positive.

As I am walking with Hamish on a Thursday morning with a full positive day planned I get a text from football Team Secretary, the mum it appears had brain hemorrage and died instantly day before. She was 45 with 3 young boys. 

Suddenly I regonise the feelings of panic within me, the questions will take over my thoughts, I need to be careful I don't shut out Lorna and others during this process as I have before. I need to be careful with those that annoy me because my reactions can be brutal.

Like any experience hopefully you learn from it so straight away I discuss this with Lorna and of course she too has similar thoughts, I need to be careful especially at work because it isn't important to me at times like this. Everything is about Lorna, family & the kids. I have an anger within me that is hard to explain. I worry about Lorna & the girls after I go.

The last few days have been hard & I so want to cuddle my daughters but they are so far away. I beat myself up that I am not doing enough with Lorna & family especially my dad. I need to make next year more full & more worthwhile than even this year. I do not fear death but I worry for those close to me.

This process will last for weeks maybe months until I plan something with those I love, I need to visit Phil or Robert. I must tell all I love them. I need to cuddle Lorna more. Survivor guilt is not a bad thing if you understand it & use it to overcome tiredness, fatigue and pains. It just isn't a nice period in my journey. This is one reason I drive myself to achieve so much. I know I am so lucky to get these extra days, months & years. I just wonder why I got them when some didn't.