I met this poor lady the night before my surgery as she was in hospital with problems and complications. I thought I remembered her and now I've seen the photo, yes, it most definitely was her.
I remember her as being quite poorly, i remember she told me she'd caught MRSA after surgery, yet that isn't mentioned.
I only met her for one evening (she'd been moved to a different ward by the time I came back from theatre).
I remember suspecting she had some personal problems...but...well, don't we all?
I also remember that she told me she was glad she'd had the surgery. She tried to encourage me as I was immediately pre-op and was very kind to me.
It's very very sad, tragic in fact, but the fact is, it happens, we know that, and it's a risk we take.
Speaking as someone who has had post-op complications at the same hospital, I can say that the surgeons do care, work very hard and do their utmost to look after people, especially in the unlikely event of complications.
I'm very grateful for their care, and for my new lease of life. I took a risk and for me it paid off. Tragically, for her, it didn't.