It feels strange to be in this house again, surrounded by photos of me and my husband smiling in happier times. It feels even stranger after having spent weeks in hospital undergoing so many tests that I was starting to feel like my only purpose in life was to be hooked up to machines and monitored by nurses in plain uniforms. But now I am home, back in my own bed, and trying to move on with my life after the grave ordeal I have been through.
