Rag Doll Moving On
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Ange Hilstron
Born in 1929 Ange Hilstron describes herself as an artist, author, potter, garden designer. educator, interior decorator, explorer, traveller, mystic, mother and grandmother. She lives on her own in a converted farmhouse on top of a hill in the County town of Dorset, U.K.
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Rag Doll Moving On - Ange Hilstron
© 2020 Ange Hilstron. All rights reserved.
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Published by AuthorHouse 07/03/2020
ISBN: 978-1-7283-9140-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-9141-0 (e)
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CONTENTS
Acknowledgements
PART 1: WINDING DOWN
Chapter 1 Arrival in Toytown
Chapter 2 Invasion
Chapter 3 For the Rest of Our Lives
Chapter 4 Out of Touch
Chapter 5 I Keep Busy
Chapter 6 I Cannot Treat You Unless You Have It Done
Chapter 7 It’s All in the Preparation
Chapter 8 Murphy’s Law
Chapter 9 An Autonomous Social Pod
Chapter 10 Isolation
Chapter 11 Rag Doll Rewound
PART 2: REWOUND
Chapter 1 An Unpleasant Discovery
Chapter 2 Waiting
Chapter 3 An Even Longer Wait
Chapter 4 A Small Growth
Chapter 5 You Will Not Die from It!
Chapter 6 All in the Preparation
Chapter 7 I Know Nothing About It!
Chapter 8 Intensive Care
Chapter 9 Did They Turn the ICD Back On?
Chapter 10 Regeneration and Recovery
About the Author
To Nicole, Adrien, and Julian
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I would like to acknowledge the care and dedication of the teams in the cardiology ICD unit, the breast cancer unit, and Macmillan nurses at Dorset County Hospital, United Kingdom.
PART ONE
Winding Down
CHAPTER 1
Arrival in Toytown
I always said that I would never live in this purpose-made village because it was too much like suburbia. Yet here I am in God’s Waiting Room, comfortably set up in a one-bedroom luxury flat in Toy Town. The circumstances that led to this point have been described in my two previous books, Rag Doll for Christmas and Rag Doll Revisited , but for those of you who have not had a chance to peruse these accounts, I will give a brief overview.
In 1960, my husband decided we should emigrate to New Zealand. Three children and a divorce later, I was living an active life in a seaside village just outside a city in New Zealand. Although I was physically and mentally strong (I had carved out a cliffside garden and gained a bachelor of arts degree), I had never been strong constitutionally. I’d had several major operations and various ailments of one kind or another. I got by emotionally, since I felt I had to be strong for my family. Although I had several relationships with interesting men after my divorce, I never felt I could make another full-time commitment, and I never lived with anyone else. Something always held me back.
When my 23-year-old daughter decided to return to Britain, it gave me a wonderful excuse to travel overseas, and I was able to make regular sorties to various parts of the world. Eventually, after my two sons had married and were settled, my daughter encouraged me to return to Dorset. She maintained that her children needed a grandmother.
With the proceeds from the sale of my house in New Zealand, I was able to take furniture and all my effects to Britain. I bought outright a two-hundred-year-old cottage in the same village as my daughter and her family. It was idyllic, with oak beams, a large inglenook fireplace with a bread oven, and a crooked staircase. From a strip of grass out back, looking across water meadows, I made a wildlife cottage garden, full of birds, insects, flowers, fruit, and frogs.
I soon fitted into the local community, becoming involved with various activities at the local school and social clubs. I made trips Down Under to visit my sons and their families, although saying farewell was always a wrench. But I had not been in my cottage for long before I broke my ankle, slipping on a sand-covered path down to one of the coves in this area. A spate in hospital gave me the courage to have a biopsy on my breast that confirmed breast cancer, ending with a mastectomy. I was grateful I did not have a husband or partner who might be put off by my only having one breast.
I did not notice I was ageing. I helped to look after grandchildren, designed and made a large mosaic for the local school, joined the Women’s Institute, and made trips to see the family. Then, suddenly, I was 78. After a visit with my youngest son in Australia. I noticed that I could not walk as fast as I used to, and I felt extremely unwell. One evening, just before Christmas 2007, I had a stroke that paralysed the left side of my body. I was like a rag doll.
My doctor, who was treating each individual symptom, missed the fact that I was having severe heart failure, which had caused the stroke. Eventually, after several blackouts, I was fitted with an implanted cardiac defibrillator that regulated my heartbeat and gave it a kick-start if it failed. I was now bionic.
It was during one of these blackouts that I fell backwards down the stairs. My family decided I could no longer live in my cottage. I came straight out of rehab into my present apartment block. My eldest son spent his much-planned trip from New Zealand for my 80th birthday packing up my house and helping me to move. My daughter whisked me to IKEA to replace the cottage furniture with Swedish modern, and with my own paintings on the walls and books in the cubbyholes of the wall unit, it felt like a nice place to live.
I cannot yet call it home. It does not cuddle me like the cottage, but it is a pleasant enough place in which to live. I have a second-floor balcony that overlooks the park-like land belonging to the luxury apartments in the old converted lunatic asylum opposite. Huge beech trees house rook tenements, and the noise from them at nesting is unbelievable. Other birds shout to make themselves heard.
I have Mediterranean plants in pots and a bird-feeding tree
that the birds studiously ignore, from which I have hung a basketful of geraniums, a potted plant, a peanut holder, and a seed tray. A chrome and glass bistro table, the teak folding chairs from a previous picnic table, and a sun