My name is Sharon,
and this is my SBH Story.

Christmas Eve 2010, I was rushed to St. Boniface Hospital’s Intensive Care Unit, in a coma. I don’t remember that night, but family and friends sure do.

I was diagnosed with septic shock and at one point given a 20 per cent chance of survival. My husband was told to call my sons and family to come as soon as they could. They were all out of the country, but came right away.

Many of my organs had failed, and I was put on life support.

With the help of the skillful doctors, nurses, technologists and medical equipment, I managed to survive. They called me their “Christmas Miracle” that evening.

My recovery was very painful and very long. I wasn’t sure if I would ever walk or have use of my hands again because of the sepsis. I was frightened, in severe pain at times, and worried about what my life would look like once I got out of the hospital.

My doctors, nurses, healthcare aides and other hospital staff were amazing at keeping my spirits up, informing me daily of my condition, and helping me in many ways to heal. I had my own work to do, to heal. But my physical healing came from the staff and having the right equipment for testing, treatment, and being there for me when I needed them most.

I spent a lot of time in bed at St. Boniface Hospital throughout my illness; so, I observed and got informed. I saw how hard the staff works. From the medical team, to healthcare aides, and all the other players who emerged during my hospital stay.

I don’t take life for granted anymore. I understand how life can change in an instant, and especially at this time of year, I think back to everybody who helped keep me alive.

Yes, I believe it was a Christmas miracle! I do, now more so than ever, believe in miracles.