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Our Journey with Ed
Like all stories, they have a beginning, a middle and an end! We have not got the middle yet.
Ours began September 2018 when my 12 year old daughter thought she was big so decided to restrict her food, she lost quite a bit of weight really quick so we took her to the doctors and they said to come back in a month. Unfortunately, she was at the hands of a bully in primary school who called her fat at 6, also the school nurse decided to say she was obese because she was so tall for her age.
Within that month she lost more, and we were referred to camhs through school. A week later she was in hospital with a dangerously low weight.
Back and forward to appointments, admissions to the hospital, a&e, Swimming and dancing missed, months and months of each school year missed, dates with friends, missed, dates with family, missed, weight up and down, up and down. this illness has taken almost 3 years of her childhood.
3 Birthdays later, now 15, she has been admitted to leigh House Hospital where she is an inpatient with limited visiting times and due to her low weight, limited or no home leave at all. Her weight was so low they sent her for a bone scan, confined to a wheelchair for 3 months and no form of exercise at all. Blood tests, dignity gone, force fed almost, coaxing, preying, desperate to get some weight on this poor girl who has a genuine fear of food and gaining weight. This isn’t my daughter; she has an inner demon telling her she can’t gain weight. She cannot see that she is killing herself. She cannot see that she is skin and bone. She cannot see her physical health deteriorating.
Every second of every minute of every day the hospital challenges the Ed. It is exhausting for her and she struggles every second of every minute of every day.
Round the clock care, therapy, school work, doctors, nursing staff all trained for Eating Disorders who work tirelessly to care for my child when I can’t. They held her hand while she had the NG tube fitted, they coax her into the dining room daily, they talk and listen and generally do all the care that I am no able to.
I believe that one day, not now, not tomorrow, not even this spring, or even this summer, but one day she will beat this.
I would like to give something back to these unsung hero’s, to raise money for the hospital for some much-needed items such as fidget toys, sensory items to make the kids a little less anxious, hand and face creams for the staff who wear face masks up to 12 hours a day and are washing their hands dozens of times a day.
I am looking to walk 100 miles to raise funds for this amazing Hospital where without this hospital my daughter would not be here. They have saved her life and are continuing to save her till she is well enough to come home.
Any amount you can spare would help a child or NHS worker and would be truly grateful.
Thank you.
Tracy
Like all stories, they have a beginning, a middle and an end! We have not got the middle yet.
Ours began September 2018 when my 12 year old daughter thought she was big so decided to restrict her food, she lost quite a bit of weight really quick so we took her to the doctors and they said to come back in a month. Unfortunately, she was at the hands of a bully in primary school who called her fat at 6, also the school nurse decided to say she was obese because she was so tall for her age.
Within that month she lost more, and we were referred to camhs through school. A week later she was in hospital with a dangerously low weight.
Back and forward to appointments, admissions to the hospital, a&e, Swimming and dancing missed, months and months of each school year missed, dates with friends, missed, dates with family, missed, weight up and down, up and down. this illness has taken almost 3 years of her childhood.
3 Birthdays later, now 15, she has been admitted to leigh House Hospital where she is an inpatient with limited visiting times and due to her low weight, limited or no home leave at all. Her weight was so low they sent her for a bone scan, confined to a wheelchair for 3 months and no form of exercise at all. Blood tests, dignity gone, force fed almost, coaxing, preying, desperate to get some weight on this poor girl who has a genuine fear of food and gaining weight. This isn’t my daughter; she has an inner demon telling her she can’t gain weight. She cannot see that she is killing herself. She cannot see that she is skin and bone. She cannot see her physical health deteriorating.
Every second of every minute of every day the hospital challenges the Ed. It is exhausting for her and she struggles every second of every minute of every day.
Round the clock care, therapy, school work, doctors, nursing staff all trained for Eating Disorders who work tirelessly to care for my child when I can’t. They held her hand while she had the NG tube fitted, they coax her into the dining room daily, they talk and listen and generally do all the care that I am no able to.
I believe that one day, not now, not tomorrow, not even this spring, or even this summer, but one day she will beat this.
I would like to give something back to these unsung hero’s, to raise money for the hospital for some much-needed items such as fidget toys, sensory items to make the kids a little less anxious, hand and face creams for the staff who wear face masks up to 12 hours a day and are washing their hands dozens of times a day.
I am looking to walk 100 miles to raise funds for this amazing Hospital where without this hospital my daughter would not be here. They have saved her life and are continuing to save her till she is well enough to come home.
Any amount you can spare would help a child or NHS worker and would be truly grateful.
Thank you.
Tracy
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Tracy Tomlinson
Organizer
England