I was talking to a friend about this moment.
This is the first photo i took when i came to in Westmead hospital after a major bleed.
I’ve haven’t bled that much since i was a child, i almost died again.
When i woke i had my camera on my bedside table, a nikon f60 that my mother had given me when i was nineteen.
My wife had left it for me, the clock read 4:27am. I had to walk.
I detached my drip and slung it over my shoulder. I remember it being so quite, just the hum of machines.
Collecting my thoughts, i didn’t know who i was anymore. A week later i had a nervous breakdown. Not many people noticed, i was afraid.
This was the end of the younger and the beginning of an older man.
Today is the two year anniversary.