Pete was transferred to a ward, he could not walk or talk properly, still had a bag for weeing, and the worst was he could not hear anything at all. I think for a while we all thought the hearing would come back, but a chat with the consultant put an end to that dream. Pete had lost three stone in weight and had no muscle left on his legs and very little on his arms, he really did look different. He was miserable, confused after the drugs, did not know his children, thought he was in Australia - all sorts of awful thoughts he really believed to be true. He just wanted to come home. We were warned he had a very low chance of survival if he came home, but he was desperate and if I didn't help him he would somehow do it on his own.
Over the next 12 weeks my husband was so brave; he learned to walk, talk, lip read, get dressed, bath himself, shave himself - so many things we all take for granted. Along with his deafness, Pete has only 25% of his balance organ left, which means if you take away the light or he closes his eyes he falls over. He is trying to learn to walk in the dark but it's so hard for him. He has suffered memory loss. We have managed to put some of the pieces in place for him but there are things we just can't put back, so those times are lost forever.
On 9th December 2008, Peter had his cochlear implant processor attached. The early results are very good; he can tell the difference between a car and a lorry, humans at the moment are all morse code, he can hear his voice again and can make out the dog barking, but they are not true sounds yet just noises. I do believe we are starting to climb back up the hill - there are a lot of things in the way and we have to find ways around them. But we are gonna win against pneumococcal meningitis and I urge anyone, if you suspect even just a little bit, do something. You're not wasting anyone's time if you call an ambulance or a doctor and don't wait for the rash.
Pete has also been back to the Intensive Care Unit for a visit - I chose not to go as I couldn't cope with all that - but he says what he remembers and what he saw on the walkabout are completely different. The colours were all different and the shape and size of everything is not as he remembered.
I kept a diary of sorts on Facebook, just to stop people phoning, and this is where the Foundation found me and contacted me. I have met with them on several occasions and had a chat, and during the dark times both Shirley and Tina were really there for me, they just listened to me moan and moan, thanks to you both for just listening. I would love to do the same back now.