Keri My Inspiration

<p>Writhing in agony on the labour ward terrified and frantic I begged for an end to the torment for us both. In the final moments before I was put to sleep for an emergency caesarean I made a pact with God. A pact I swore I would keep. </p><p>I had lost a baby before; I couldn't lose another. Let this baby live. Don't let them die. If they make it I will make it work. Nothing else matters. </p><p>I had a little girl. She lived. And by God did we live. Sixteen beautiful years to the day. 5844 precious sacred days. </p><p>My Keri blazed through a smog of medical incompetence wounded and hurting from her first battle but by no means broken. </p><p>She fought for me that traumatic night of her mismanaged delivery so we could be together. So that she could show me what life is really about so that I could learn what I am made of. </p><p>This is our love story.</p><p>Any profits from book sales will go into a trust fund to help other families.</p><p><br></p>