These past few weeks have been... insane. To call it a rollercoaster ride of emotion and struggle would be a major understatement. I'm going to keep this as short and simple as I can, not that I could possibly put the full story into words anyway.

As some of my watchers will remember, my mum got sick on January 13th, and on January 15th she was rushed into Hospital via ambulance with what we believed to be a severe chest infection.

When we arrived at the Hospital we were taken to wait in the resucitation room, where we then spent over 12 hours. During this time, we discovered that Mum was actually suffering from Pneumonia, which then developed into Sepsis, leading to a cardiac arrest and multiple organ failure. Mum was rushed to the ICU and put on life support.

She was in the ICU for 50 days, 40+ of which she was comatose.

When she was taken off of the sedation we were told that while it would take some time for the sedative to leave her system, she'd eventually wake up normally, but when she didn't, they expressed concern that she may have suffered brain damage due to the cardiac arrest she'd undergone the day we brought her in.

Ever since it happened, different consultants had been telling me and my family different things. One told us that her heart had only stopped for a few seconds, and another said it had only stopped for a couple of minutes, leaving us confident that she couldn't have suffered any brain damage, only to later be told that her heart actually stopped for five to six minutes, before somebody finally confirmed that it was closer to six minutes, meaning the risk of brain damage was high.

The brain scan showed trauma and swelling, and while we couldn't be sure as to just how severe it was, were told Mum had global brain damage. They said that if she survived, which was unlikely, she'd never be the same. Then they explained that they'd start turning down her ventilator once the swelling had gone down, and that if her heart stopped again, which it would if she didn't start breathing on her own, they would let her die. They told us to prepare.

A few days later I arrove at the hospital to see my mum, I spoke to her, played her music, watched as she tried to smile, nodded her head when we asked her questions, as she cried in her sleep. Later that night we're told that her conciousness and cognitive function had finally been recognized, and she was taken off of DNR at last.

I remember going in to visit her, seeing her face light up when she saw me, watching her try to point at letters and words on a clip board, to write by herself, to try to talk to me, and once her Treacheostomy had been taken out, I heared her voice again.

As of today, it's been 2 months since she was taken into hospital. Now she's on the ward and waiting for a room at their rehabilliation unit where she'll continue her physiotherapy in a more home- like environment as they prepare her for discharge. Today, when they saw her walk on crutches not a month after being taken out of the ICU, the Doctors estimated that she'll only be in the rehab unit for a week, and then she'll finally, after all this time, come home.

I am so, so proud of her after all she's overcome, and although she'll probably throttle me for putting a photo of her online, I really want to share her story with all of you, and to show you all how far she's come since that horrible day.

Thankyou everyone for the support you've shown us through this difficult time, my customers for their amazing patience, my friends for their reassuring messages, thoughts, prayers, my family and my extended family, and especially to DasKingu, who's been by my side every step of the way.