Top Quality French Carp Fishing
NEW Lake Record caught on 26th. April 2017 at 76lb 15oz
and 14 different 60lb plus carp And 2 known 70lb plus carp.
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Chapter Ten -
Early March started very slowly, and it wasn’t until mid and late March that we started to see the awaited movements of carp and these soon started to lead to captures of numbers of big fish.
We sailed into April with several fifties banked and the knowledge that there were many more to come, when we were suddenly faced with a nightmare.
Lewis and Jessica, two of my grandchildren were suffering with chickenpox, so it was no real surprise when my daughter Sharon arrived with a very poorly looking Emma. At 18 months old and Sharon’s youngest child, she was ‘obviously’ feeling the effects of the impending illness, but Sharon noticed two ‘spots’ on her stomach. Very small, unimpressive spots which she showed my wife, and Jan was immediately concerned.
Jan grabbed a glass and rolled it across the spots and they didn’t disappear.
“ She needs to see the doctor straight away “ she said and Sharon’s suggestion that she would take Emma in after work brought the response, “ No, she needs to see him now “.
A phone call to Dr. Arguess found him already in the village and he arrived within 5 minutes. He carried out some tests in the dining lodge, and initially came up with the diagnosis that it was indeed chicken pox.
I gave a massive sigh of relief, but barely had time to turn around when he changed his mind and told Sharon to get Emma straight to A&E at Chalon-
He had carried out another test which had eliminated chicken pox and he then made a very important decision, and gave little Emma an adults sized injection of antibiotics. This was really a very risky move as it could have been very dangerous for a child so young.
When Sharon arrived at the hospital, there was an intensive care team waiting for her, and Emma was rushed off to be put on all sorts of life support systems, and had to endure the pain of a lumbar punch to boot.
Obviously, it was meningitis, and we now know that it was the deadly bacterial strain. In fact, we found that they fed oxygen into her fingers and toes, to keep her from losing her limbs, completely changed her blood, and connected her heart and lungs directly to the necessary pumps, bell and whistles.
That first afternoon they told us that her bodily signs were fading, her blood pressure was dropping and they weren’t very confident of keeping her alive. Within a couple of hours she had been transferred with police escort to Dijon, and we were informed that this was considered to be the best children’s unit in Europe. We didn’t get much sleep that night, and by the following morning the only news was that “ she was still alive “.
That afternoon, we received the news that she had stabilised and that her blood pressure was slowly rising, but that they would keep her in an induced coma so that she recovered very slowly.
Gradually, oh so slowly, she improved and eventually was allowed home to make a full recovery and the hospital admitted that it was our doctor’s action in giving her the overdose of antibiotics which had saved her life. I am, in no way religious, but I am not ashamed to admit that I spent some time asking both my deceased mum and dad to help keep her alive.
So if you’re both reading this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
That has to have been the worst few days of my life and I don’t mind if we never go through anything like that ever again.