CF Abseil

Hi Guys,
    Guess what, I did it, I actually did it, I managed to do the abseil. For those who have no idea what I am on about I'll quickly fill you in before i go in to detail. This year the CF Trust organised a 100ft abseil down Aston Villa Football club, with my Dad, my two Uncles and my best friend, in aid to raise money to help with further research to find a cure. The thing is with a lung function of 24% and sat averaging at 90% on Oxygen, you can see why people thought it would be near enough impossible for me to do it. A few days before the abseil, I was taken into hospital and it was fair to say, I felt pretty rough. My consultant advised me not to do the abseil, as she believed it wouldn't be safe with how my chest currently was, but so many people had sponsored me and i didn't want to let them down.

6 July Sunday morning got off to a bad start, I got overdosed on a IV, sending me completely shaking and vomiting, however, I still wanted to go ahead. When my family and I arrived, the realisation of what I was actually going to do. Once I walked into the ground, I was given a top and taken outside immediately because they were worried about mixing. Yawn. The ground had an amazing atmosphere, with people shouting and clapping, having a great time supporting each other.

The Climb

A member of staff then came up to me and put me in all the harness, helmet on and Oxygen tank on my back. I was ready to go. For a few minutes, I looked up at the ladders and gave myself a little pep talk, I knew I had to do this, not just for my sponsors but for myself. So I took a deep breath, well as deep as I could go as I don't use the bottom half of my lungs and slowly began to climb. 5 steps up, and I already needed to stop, this was going to take a while. I could hear all my little cousins, my brother and the rest of the family cheering me on, so once again I took a breath in and began to climb again, stopping three more times before I reached the first level. Once I reached the first level, already struggling to catch enough breath and already feeling tired, I didn't think i'd make all four levels, I could feel the tears running down my face as i tried to get my breathing back to a steady pase. At this point I could see I was already holding up a lot of people, so began to climb the second ladder, this time a member of staff came behind me to help me up, although I still had to stop a good four/five times and before I reached the top of the ladder the helper at the top pulled me up, which I was more than grateful for. I'd actually got up another level! However, by this time my breathing was even worse, I had horrendous chest pain and my legs and arms burnt, I sat in the corner and tried to relax a bit, but I couldn't stop crying, I felt so weak but I was half way, I couldn't give up now! So after, a very long rest I got back up, gave myself another little pep talk and began to climb. I only managed a few steps when I had to stop and everytime I stopped I clung to the ladders, once again stopping several times before being pulled up by the helper. This time though, I was that tired, out of breath and in pain, I began to panic as lay myself across the 3rd level floor, causing myself to have a panic attack. My oxygen got turned up and two helpers either side of me helped to calm me down. I felt so bad for the people having to wait holding on to the ladder, as they were told they couldn't come up, once I calmed down the first thing I did was apologise to the poor people behind me. This was it, I had one level left, both the helpers had advised me to go back down, but I couldn't turn back now. The helper on the 4th level shouted down to me that he was going to help me the best he could by trying to pull me up, taking each step very slowly and still stopping every couple of seconds, I had finally made it. I FINALLY REACHED THE TOP. I fell to the floor with a mixture of disbelief and exhaustion, I couldn't stop crying.

Going down 

Once, I managed to slightly get my breathe, the helper took me to the edge of the roof and hooked me all up. Normally you have two ropes, one the helper controls and one you control, however, because I could barely stand up let alone control myself to get down, the helper said he just wanted to get me on the ground as quick as he could, and If I'm honest coming down was a big blur, I just remember crying and saying I did it. I didnt even realise people were shouting and clapping for me until I watched the video back.

Once I hit the ground, my legs went, luckily somebody was already holding on to me and the put me on a chair, and if I'm honest with you, I can't remember much more because I was so exhausted. A friend of mine off the childrens ward I used to be on Step Dad picked me up and took me to my mom who was also crying just as much as me. I just remember repeating that I had done it, because it didn't feel real. Then I was sick everywhere, how lovely.

If you've reached the end of this post then Well Done and Thank You, I know it probably bored you me going on, I only did it because I was asked by a few people and I am not looking for attention or anything, I'm just telling the truth, I'm not going to lie and say I didn't struggle when I did, believe me I wish I never. This was honestly the best and worst thing I've ever done.

Anyway, I managed to beat my goal of £100 and I could thank my sponsors and people who have supported me enough, it seriously means the world to me and you will never understand how grateful I am. I still haven't calculated all my sponsor money up, as I still have people sponsoring and waiting to collect money. I will know by the 6th of August and I will let everyone know.
Once again Thank you for helping spread the word of an illness that kills, yet barely anyone knows what it is.