Hannah spent three months in intensive care from September to December 2013 which left her with a loss of movement on the right side of her body. She later wrote a poem ‘Hospital’ that beautifully describes her courageous journey through these months:
Tubes like spaghetti junction
Where do they stop?
Where do they begin?
In this bed, a machine breathes
I am like a corpse that isn’t yet dead
I’ve given up, let me go
For a time I was in limbo
But something changed
I can hear their voices
Convincing me to fight
What if I slip?
Who will catch me?
That’s a silly question,
My family of course.
On her eventual return home, Hannah found walking difficult and paralysis in her right hand meant she was unable to accurately capture on canvas the fine detailed images that she held in her head. With great reluctance, she withdrew from her Fine Art degree at Plymouth College of Art and Design.
She wrote several poems that describe her feelings and emotions, including a short poem that perfectly captures her lif
You walk through air,
I walk through water.
Her funeral included her poem ‘Life’
Life is unfair,
This was a feeling I could never share,
Tired of those tears and my fears.
After each fall I will rise again.
What if I don’t rise?
I have been through so much
It is amazing I made it through.
The lessons I have learnt
I am shocked I pulled through.
Remember who you are,
Who you want to become.
Everything will fall into place,
When the time comes.
See past the scars
I can laugh and smile too.
See past the disability
I have a brain too.
Do you really care,
Or is that a hard question to ask?
With each stare or with each comment
You will always open old wounds.
If you see me wobble
Or if I stutter
Will you help me or will you let me suffer?
After reading this poem, I hope you know
Why normal is a place where I have no wish to go!