Later that morning Linda telephoned to advise me that she had
arrived safely, I remember telling her that I did not feel at all
well, she advised me to go to the hospital, I refused this.
That evening a good friend of mine called round to find me still
in bed he asked me what was wrong and remarked that I looked pale
and grey, I asked him to go to the shops for me to buy some bottled
water as I had a terrible thirst, when he returned he again remarked
how bad I looked and advised me to go with him to the hospital,
again I refused stating that a good nights sleep would do me the
world of good and if I still felt bad in the morning I would go
to the hospital.
I slept through Sunday Night, Monday day/night, Tuesday day/night
and for whatever reason (and it still amazes me to this day) woke
in the early hours of Wednesday morning, I immediately knew something
was wrong, my bed clothes were soaking with a brownish substance
that was oozing through my skin, my scrotum and penis had swollen
at least 4 times normal size (I’ve heard all the jokes) and I was
obviously in a lot of pain.
I remember having all my wits about me and got up had a shower
and changed the bed covers, I then telephoned Northwick Park hospital
(Harrow) A & E and asked them if they were busy, the lady asked
me what was wrong, after advising her of my symptoms she advised
me that I should attend ASAP and asked me if I required an ambulance,
I declined this and said I would make my own way.
I put on a pair of shorts tee shirt and training shoes and phoned
for a taxi which arrived after a couple of minutes, upon arrival
at the A & E and booking in I was called to the triage room
where a nurse was unable to get a blood pressure, she asked me
to stay where I was and a trolley duly arrived and I was despatched
to a side room where a doctor attended me, checked me over and
put me on an IV drip and advised me that I was in shock, at this
time I lost consciousness.
I remember waking a little later and speaking to two doctors
who advised me that I was not well (no shit I thought) and urgent
surgery was required, they then asked me to sign allowing them
to operate which I had no hesitation in doing.
I remember being in a room with the doctors and laying on a bed,
the doctor told me that he would count to three and I would go
to sleep, he counted 1....2...I then remember one of the doctors
pointing at my penis and saying gangrene, I then went to sleep.
I awoke two weeks later and remember a nurse talking to me I
was obviously still half asleep and not knowing were I was, a little
later a consultant came to my bed and spoke to me, I remember what
he said to me very clearly “hello Steven, we have saved your penis
and testicles but we have had to remove your scrotum and skin from
your penis and due to the severity of the wounds you also have
a colostomy bag fitted”, hold on I thought, “I’ve only got flu
and a spot on my arse”.
My family, Linda and other friends have since told me that the
doctors told them that I would not make the week-end after I was
admitted and that I was minutes from complete renal failure and
that if I had not come in when I did they would definitely not
have been able to help me (what made me wake up?)
I spent the next week in the ITU at Northwick Park hospital when
it was decided that I would be transferred to Mount Vernon Hospitals
burns unit for wound care and plastic surgery.
I remained in the burns unit for four months and had skin grafts
to my penis and my testicles were put into pockets in my thighs.
I was finally allowed home in August of 1998 and into the care
of the district nurses.
Unfortunately I kept on getting infections and had to be readmitted
to NPH on two further occasions, during these further visits I
contracted the so called hospital bug MRSI. I was again sent home
with half the hospitals pharmacy under my arm.
In February of 1999 I was readmitted to hospital and had the
colostomy reversed successfully and after two weeks I was again
allowed home.
After about a week of being home I noticed a swelling and redness
around the area of the repaired stoma site. I attended the hospital
and was advised that I had a para stomal hernia and was placed
on the waiting list for it’s repair.
The repair was carried out in June 1999, the repair took eight
(yes 8) hours due to it’s size.
Unfortunately the repair was not successful and the hernia returned
and I was again put on the waiting list for repair.
Somewhat against doctors orders I decide to go back to work in
April of 2000 as I felt I was going brain dead.
March 2002
I am currently convalescing at home after the repair of the massive
hernia and a few nips and tucks,
I am taking things very carefully and I hope this is the final
leg of the saga.
Although this was an horrific experience I could not have gotten
through this without the kindness of my family, Linda’s family
and all our friends.
Obviously I would like to say a special thank you to Linda who
spent nearly as much time as me in hospital, thanks Linda, I love
you.
I would also like to thank Consultant Chadwick at NPH and consultant
Harrison at MVH and their teams, Christine and all the staff in
the burns unit and everyone else who helped me come through this
horrible illness.
Thanks also to my employers Rentokil Initial Security Limited,
who kept my position open for me (I must be irreplaceable!!)
One other good thing that came out of this, is that while I was
comatose the Arsenal beat Newcastle in the FA Cup final the following
Saturday and clinched the double, go on you Gunners......
Thanks for listening to my inane drivel...
Steve Canwell |
web designer and web master andrewjchurst@ajcsd.com 
