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Stories written by friends and extended family
These pages are for you to share with others your experiences of loss
due to young sudden cardiac death. If you would like your
thoughts
to be included in this section of the website, please email your words, photos /
images, songs, videos and poems to
mystory@c-r-y.org.uk or post them to
the CRY office (if requested, photos will be returned via Recorded
Delivery).
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Tom Wall
On the 31st August 2011
my friend, Tom Wall, collapsed whilst playing football with mates. He
suffered from Arrhythmogenic Right Ventricular Cardiomyopathy (ARVC) and
although everything possible was done by those with him and paramedics,
he sadly passed away.
The day before he had
returned from a camping trip in Cornwall with friends and family and did
not waste any time before getting straight back on Xbox.
We had a great time
playing on FIFA 11 and Call of Duty Black Ops – two of his favourite
games. We spoke over the Xbox about many things ranging from games in
progress to his much higher levels than myself in many games - a bit of
gloating of course. more |
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Peter Elliott
On May 23rd 2010 we very
suddenly lost our cousin Peter Elliott. Peter was a healthy 21 year old,
even though he had cerebral palsy. He never let this hold him back or
get in his way and it did not contribute to his death.
Peter's life was short
but he packed in a lot of what he wanted to do - especially with his
love for music, by forever going to concerts and festivals.
None of our family had
ever heard of Sudden Adult Death Syndrome prior to Peter's death.
Peter had absolutely no symptoms, the doctors explained it was "like a
light going out" - which to the family is the only comfort to his death:
that he felt nothing. more |
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David Keirl
I
don’t really know where to start as words don’t really do justice to
fully describe David to you. David was my brother-in-law - Marc, my
husband, was the eldest.
We lost
David on 26th September 2008 to SADS and it was the day our
lives changed forever. David had been to work on a normal late shift at
Bishop Auckland hospital and had come in, had a shower and just said he
was feeling a bit funny. He then just collapsed and we lost David
that night despite the emergency services doing all they could to
revive him.
Shock is an
understatement really as we all tried to come to terms with what had
happened. There were no signs at all - David was a fit, healthy
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Dave Williams
My name is Joe Kettle and I would like to share my story with you.
On the
evening of 13th December 2005, my best friend Dave Williams aged 16
returned home from a kick boxing session. He told his mother that he had
overdone it and his heart rate was just taking a while to get back to
normal. Little did anyone know that it would be the last time anyone saw
him alive.
Dave
was a cheerful and giving person who always did his best to put other
people’s happiness before himself; he always stuck up for what he
believed in. He was a caring man who didn’t like to show emotion as he
thought this would make other people upset.
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Sarah Didinal
My close friend, Sarah Didinal, died suddenly in her
sleep on June 2nd 2009. She was a fit and healthy 37-year-old who lived life
to the full. She left her partner Andy and their three small sons.
Sarah and I met in Bondi
Beach, Australia, in August 1997, when we were both backpacking around
the world. I remember almost the exact date as it was just before
Princess Diana was killed in the Paris car crash. The tragedy seemed to
unite all the Brits abroad there at the time.
But it wasn’t just that
‘Brit bonding’ which helped start our friendship. We, like a lot of
other backpackers at the hostel that night had had a few ‘Stanleys’ –
the name of a cheap wine popular among penny-pinching travellers – and
got talking about our lives back home.
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Ricky Stevens & Jason Small
It
was the help of CRY during the first two years of the millennium that
our family first learned of SADS and the worldwide scale of families
suffering the same kind of loss as ourselves. It is truly tremendous.
CRY gave us the answers, information and support that we craved. Just
like so many others, we lost two fit and healthy young men suddenly and
with no explanation for their deaths.
Firstly,
my nephew Ricky Stevens who was 15, just one month short of his 16th
birthday, collapsed and died in his bedroom on April 15th
2000. It was the Easter Break, and he was looking forward to a camping
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Marcella Doherty
Marcella Doherty was only 24 years old when she died of Arrhythmogenic
Right Ventricular Cardiomyopathy or ARVC. Despite
her untimely death being as a result of this undiagnosed killer,
Marcella had symptoms in the week prior to her death.
Sadly, diagnosis proved inadequate and Marcella was unable to convince
the medical establishment about the seriousness of her illness in that
difficult final week of her short life. This is
her story.
Marcella was born in May 1981, the youngest daughter of Peter and Brigid
Doherty of Bellaghy, County Derry, Northern Ireland. A loving and
infectious child, she brought great joy to not only her close family,
but to her large family circle - all could call her a real friend.
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Christopher Dixon
Christopher was 19 years
old, my stepson and Karen's only child. He had just found his first love and
had everything to live for.
On Friday 8th June 2007
he was having a kick-about in Kings Park, Swanage with a couple of
mates. He stopped, looked over to Aimee his girlfriend, smiled and
waved, and as they turned away he collapsed with cardiac arrest, falling
onto his back. Unfortunately as he did so, he vomited and inhaled the
vomit.
His
friends called for an ambulance and commenced CPR. Being rural Dorset,
it took 10 - 20 minutes for a paramedic to arrive and he, seeing how
severe the situation was, called for a helicopter to get Chris to
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Daniel Vavasour
On October 6th 2005 I got
a phone call from my dad. His tone was serious and I immediately knew
something was wrong. He spoke to my mum first, who answered the phone.
Her face had an expression
of utter shock. She silently passed me the phone and I nervously listened
as my dad told me that my 15 year old cousin had died.
I felt numb and my face
drained of colour. When I finished the phone call, the news wouldn’t sink
in. Dan and I were born five months apart and he’d lived in the same
street as me for almost ten years.
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