A Personal One: Continued

At the time of writing this blog post, it is the 2nd of April, at 9 o'clock in the morning.

I am in a hospital, sat alone in an empty room, while my husband Phoenix is undergoing surgery on the floor above me. He was so nervous, having never had surgery before, the poor lad has only had about 2 hours of sleep.
I couldn't be more proud of him for his bravery and his spirit.

This moment has been a long time coming, and I wanted to write about it, both to share my experience with you, my dear readers, and also just because I wanted to document this important time in my life.

The journey up from our quaint little town in Devon was a nightmare. We missed the coach in Exeter due to a motorway accident, and were rushed all the way to Bristol by a family friend in the hopes of catching it there. Thankfully, by the skin of our teeth, we did, but I tell you, I was so stressed that my eyeballs ached! 😅

The coach trip itself was utterly dreadful. It was absolutely packed with people, forcing us to sit apart for the full 5+ hour journey as there were no double seats. Both autistic, this was hardly the best thing right before such an intense day, especially as the people around us were coughing loudly and eating strong-smelling food, which is just the absolute worst when you're overstimulated and nauseous from anxiety. On top of that, Phoenix has very intense OCD and is terrified of germs; (he was actually my inspiration for writing Twilight's OCD in The Titans' Orb, hence why it is so real and visceral.)

Long story short, it was a HORRIBLE trip.

Still, we arrived in the end, and the next chapter of our lives is on the horizon. Once Phoenix is awake and fit to return to our Airbnb, I'll book a taxi, where recovery begins. Over the next two weeks, we'll be staying up in Manchester where I will care for him while he cannot lift anything or raise his arms. After that, we'll be travelling all the way back down to little old Holsworthy.

I know our fundraiser didn't raise as much as we'd hoped for, but it was still enough to make a difference, so for any of you who shared or donated, I want to give you my most humble thanks.

I'm sure I'll make another one of these blogs to report on the recovery, but for now, I just wanted to dump my sleep-deprived brain into a blog while my husband is having surgery somewhere in this hospital.

To anyone who bothers to read these, and enjoys the work I put into The Titans' Orb, please know that you are more valued to me than you know.
My story, both in life, and in TTO, are my legacy, and you are a part of that, so thank you.

As always, I hope you are well and happy.
Much love,
- Callum