Nothing to do with Chiari!

This post has nothing to do with Chiari, but I thought I would post it.

Been doing lots of thinking, in the nights when my pain keeps me up. Tonight is one such night, it is almost 6am and I am wide awake.

I have been thinking tonight about major events that have happened in my life. I realise that surgery is the next major thing that will take place, which is I guess what has made me think.

So first major event to happen in my life..
3rd February 2007.
This was a massive night in my life, that has really shaped my outlook on lots of things.
It was the night of Richard (my boyfriend) sisters 18th birthday party. It was held in a community centre in Totton. It was a nice night, lots of Richard's family but also some people I know there as well. My best friend at the times sister was there with her best friend who I knew pretty well.
It got later and I joined Kirst and jes outside whilst they had a cigarette. What happened next was the most unexpected series of events, something I never expected to happen.
A small fight broke out, followed by a group of people running just around the corner, we followed. This was more out of interest, and we were not planning on getting close. I walked round and kirst and jes followed behind. When I turned the corner there was a boy of 15 on the floor, unable to breath and bleeding from his chest. He had been stabbed straight through his heart and collapsed on the floor.
We all ran over right away and his friends chased off the attacker and others went to get help. I helped perform first aid and the others helped and one stood over the knife.
By the end of the night I was covered in blood and the boy was dead! The worst thing to see. I was only 18 myself and shocked was not the word for it. I spent the next 2 days being videoed and interviewed by police, having my clothing taken away and other things.
Court case came and went, the boy who had stabbed the young boy got away with murder, literally not enough evidence to prove it was not done in self defence, he got let free. AHHH!

Second major event was my step-dad passing 23rd March 2009. Another Worst day ever.
He had cancer and it was not possible to save him. I am not going to say much about this, it is not for sharing.

So third worst thing is brain surgery. So I have survived two super shit things and I am still here, still smiling and still fighting. So it has not made me sad thinking about what has happened in the past, it has made me realise that I can do it and I can be strong when I need to be. Bad things come in threes, right? So I should have a good run of luck now =D

And to quote one of my favourite musicians:
"Sometimes your circumstances suck, but life doesn't." Andrew McMahon