Farewell My Friend

Dear Jane,
I have never been at a loss so much for words in my entire life, as i am right now. I can't see my screen properly for tears as i try to type. I was told just moments ago that you are now with the Angels. Oh Jane, I feel like a piece of my heart has broken. You have been my friend for such a long time now and i am devastated that you have gone. I am going to miss you so much. I see quite a lot in my job and deal with a lot of different types of poorly people, but you are so very different Jane, You truly are One in a Million. You started your journey with courage, strength, dignity, and mountains of humour and kept all of these things going throughout. I don't know how you managed to do that.

I would be reading one of your stories in tears one minute and the next few seconds later, be in stitches. What a fabulous, funny and amazingly beautiful lady you are and always will be. I will keep you in my memories until the day i see you again. Thank you for not only being my friend but by sharing your story, you have helped others to overcome many obstacles. There is no more suffering with pain for you now and i am so thankful for that. I know how much Martin and the family meant to you, you always made me feel like a welcome friend reading your stories and I am keeping them in my thoughts and prayers.

I used to finish speaking to you by saying i would hold you close and today will be no exception. I love you so much and always will my brave, brave friend, keeping you close as usual. Rest In Peace Jane. All my Love, Pam. xx

Last Of The Hard Hat Divers By Bob Sinclair

Hello Everyone. I hope you are all well. I have set up a Facebook Page for my dads' new book now and hope that you can all show some support for him there.
Please Become a Friend and like this page and tell your friends too. We are trying to raise the profile of my 79 year old dads' 1st book called Last Of The Hard Hat Divers.

This book is filled with a large slice of unreported history, filled also with humour to make you laugh aloud, filled at times with the pathos of tragedy that might make you weep.
It tells in detail how German Bombers almost killed him in WW2. How a diver was able to get drunk on Whisky on the sea bed!.

How a British Submarine was lost with all hands due to human error and not enemy action. How his father escaped death a few times as a Merchant Seaman and as a Salvage Man and how an uncle survived most of the war in a Prison Camp. A book that demands attention to the follies of mankind.

"Lest We Forget".

Take Care, Back Soon. Love Pam.xx

Last Of The Hard Hat Divers by Bob Sinclair

Hello Everyone. I hope you are all well. I have been recuperating at home and I am almost back to my old self... Pain Free! It has been such a long time and I am so grateful that the Operation was a success. I have put my horrible hospital experience behind me now and I am hoping to get back to work very soon which will be great. It will be 12 weeks In total that I will have been off for!!! To say I have been going a bit stir crazy is a bit of an understatement!! lol.

I can Imagine that there will be a few of you reading the title of my entry and wondering what on earth I am on about. Well this is the bit that makes me smile and forget all the bad stuff. The title is the name of a Book called "Last Of The Hard Hat Divers" written by none other than.....wait for it.... My Dad!!!. At the Grand old age of 79!!!, he now has his book on Amazon for sale from the 1st of June. I am so Proud of him, as are all of us In my family. The book Is about my dads' experiences' as a Deep Sea Diver and the stories are brilliant. After hearing him tell me a few of them one morning In his kitchen, I told him to go for It and write them down and to my absolute delight. He truly did! lol. The Picture on the front of the book Is my dad (The one on the right Grinning like a cheshire cat!! lol) and his friend Martin.

Some bits are so funny they leave you In stitches while others are much more serious where It Is like he Is In a Real life C.S.I. with him having to dive Into deep waters to recover bodies!!. I will be spending an awful lot of time doing my very best to leave links on diving pages etc. and I will do my very best to promote his book. I thought It was quite unique having a dad that used to be a deep sea diver! but now I think It's astounding that I have a dad that now has his own book for sale! Way to go Dad.

If anyone Is Interested or knows of anyone that would be Interested In this Book, Please help by using/forwarding this link. Last Of The Hard Hat Divers Any help to promote this book In any way will be greatly appreciated by myself and of course my dad! lol. ...........Right, I must fly, Need to make my This Man famous!!!! Take Care, Back Soon, Love Pam. xx

Hospital Hell

Hello Everyone. I hope you are all well. I want to say a Massive Thank You to My Fav other man.... Morton for updating people on my situation. Thank you for my lovely messages of support. I got home on Friday 5th of Feb and have been so pleased to away from the hospital. I totally sympathise with you Mort and feel very angry towards our so called "care".
I phoned at 7am as requested on the sheet to make sure there was a bed for me as I was so far away. This was not my local hospital and I was asked to to this check on the day I was due to go in. The woman told me to come to a specific ward and I would be given my bed. There was a wee hiccup with travel arrangements and Mr Man and I had to get the bus, which was a little stressful but okay.

We arrived for 11am as requested and the nurse asked us to go in to the dayroom, which was an extremely small room with hardly any seats, a T.V., and a sprinkle of books and wait. Another nurse came in and took my name and date of birth and said she too would be back in 5 mins with information about where I was to go. I waited and waited and was becoming very anxious as Mr man had to be making a move to get back home for our daughter and the weather was playing havoc. More snow!! We were given a cuppa and a sandwich after somebody asked from the room! At 2.15pm I was asked to go Into a room to be admitted! I had my blood pressure taken and was given water whilst a slightly panicked nurse kept repeating how high It was! Not helping my situation.

I was then asked to go back and wait in the room until a bed was available as there weren't any! I sadly kissed goodbye to my man and was left alone In a tiny room freaking out about the impending op. At 3.45 I was told I would be put In a room 2 floors down In a hostel which was still In the hospital, just miles away along a gigantic corridor, but that I wouldn't be able to contact any nurses etc as there wasnt any there!! I was given the wards phone number and told to put It In my mobile phone and call If there were any problems.
I don't think on looking back I was believing what was happening. I just had to do what they said.

I was shown the room and told to go to the dayroom In there and speak to the people at night as they would be nice! I was then taken back up the stairs to the dayroom! and left once again. A doctor came and on what shouldve been a routine exam, took an age as his pager kept going off and i was left time and time again. He apologised.
I was taken back to the dayroom and at 6.30pm I asked for something to eat. I was given lukewarm soup and a sandwich and chopped peaches. I was then told to go to my room. I had 2 heavy bags and my coat and I had to carry them myself. I got In the room at 6.50pm. I cried my eyes out.

I was told to be back in the "dayroom" for 7.30am and I was left there until just before 10am when I was told I now had a bed on the ward as the Anaesthitist had advised on me having a pre-med as I was so stressed! That was the beginning of one of the worst times of my life. I don't want to say too much more as I will be putting In a complaint. I was told I would have a wee nic on the side of my neck and when the dressing was removed I had a 2 & 3/4" slice round my throat with 7 staples In.

I am grateful to the surgeon and those who helped me but as for the rest. I am disgusted. I still have not recieved the Information booklet you are supposed to get when first going In. The people In the room downstairs were lovely but I felt so out of place as they all had Cancer and I felt I was In no position to complain at all. I have not been told how my op went! I have not been told why It took 4 hours Instead of 2! To anyone going In to hospital, I am sorry, I don't mean to scare anyone but please use this advice. Be outspoken. Demand answers. Don't be Ignored and left. I appreciate they are busy but where on earth Is the care? I am just starting to get my head clearer from It all and have almost managed to stop the tears when telling the story. We have to be In these places to get treated, so please, please don't treat us as just a number. We are very real. Take Care Back Soon. Love Pam.xx

I Got My Date!

Hello Everyone, Happy New Year! Hope you are all well. I got my date through for my operation. I go In to Hospital on the 2nd of February to the Admissions ward and get several tests done then get the op on the 3rd. On recieving the letter I phoned them to let them know I would be available on that date and then I asked the lady some questions about It all. I thought I would be In maybe overnight or even out the same day but I was told I will be in for a few days. I have to go to my nearest city hospital to get this procedure done and while this is a good hospital, It means I will be left on my own as It Is almost Impossible for people to park there so I will just have to be exceptionally brave.

I have been utterly petrified at the thought of this op, especially the anaesthetic, but I so desperately need to be able to stop this constant pain In my arm. I have had almost all of my time taken time taken up with this awful weather. As A Support Worker I have to walk In my job anyway so no time off for me! In fact with all the clearing of paths and shopping lists for the elderly neighbours around me, I have been totally shattered! It made me feel good to know I could help a little and make a difference. I will post again when I am able. Please keep me In your prayers. Take Care, Back Soon. Love Pam. xx