Starting a charity, poetry goodness, health and writing squad!

Starting a charity, poetry goodness, health and writing squad!

So. I’m back!

I hope you’ve noticed the fancy face lift I have given this place, and the updated bio on the ‘home’ page.

First off, ‘Dear Body’, my poetry pamphlet received two extremely favourable reviews in both Acumen poetry magazine and the London Grip magazine. Acumen poetry magazine said “This is a moving and salutary poetry collection, the poems precise and controlled, expressive without excess or sentimentality. It contains valuable lessons for those of us fortunate enough to live without such imprisoning health problems.”  An excerpt from the review on London Grip magazine started  “This short collection of twenty-two poems explores the duality of mind and body, separated and brought into conflict by physical illness. The poems are written with an expressive cathartic tone, a unique and wit-ridden perspective and a resilient refusal to be overcome.” Dear Body is available for purchase in the ‘shop’ tab. If you click on the London Grip you can read the full review.

As I write, I am attempting to set up a charity! There is a huge gap between children’s services and adults in healthcare, in that children get a lot of resources and adults get relatively few, if not none. I am hoping to set up a charity which people can apply for comfort items, or non medical items. I received a beautiful shawl while awaiting surgery (long story… I’m still waiting…), from the most lovely lady that I met through a charity knitting facebook group. It made me feel so valued by a person whom I have never even met face to face. This is what got me thinking. I would like to set up a charity that caters for people with severe physical or mental health issues. Items that would be made and distributed include personalised syringe driver bags, knitted comfort shawls and knitted bags for patients being transferred to hospice (Items are currently put in ‘patient property’ carrier bags and are terribly impersonal) from hospital. The first thing that I need to do before I can even start fundraising or revealing further details is find a spare room to borrow. If you live in Morecambe, Lancaster, Kendal, Ulverston, Barrow or somewhere near any of these places, and have a spare room, I would be so grateful if I could use your room. I am all set to get going, I just need this one thing ticked off of the list! If you think you could help please do get in contact at hannahwritesablog [!at]

My health has been keeping me rather busy. I have 15 diagnosis’ now, and one possible pending. I feel like my illnesses’ have become dominoes and I’m getting a fair way through the set! One reason I have had to slow down is that I have had a constant tachycardia (high pulse) of 130+, whether I have been sitting, standing or sleeping. That was caused by POTs syndrome, and general illness getting worse. It is being slightly controlled by a new medication I am trialling. But guess what? Another freak thing was picked up on my ECG. A T-Wave inversion. It was most likely caused by the flu virus attacking my heart, and is a variation of myocarditis. Odd, eh? I thought I was now un-shockable, but my body finds ways to keep me on my toes.

I am now the proud owner of pink hearing aids with glittery moulds. You can see them at fifty paces, but moulds offer me much better sound quality and the option to put them in myself; which proved impossible with the more discreet models on offer.

Thank you to everyone who has shared my petition. I am extremely grateful to everyone who has signed and shared it. The decision is being appealed at a local level. The sad fact is, if I moved 40 minutes down the road I could be prescribed it tomorrow. I am hoping it will be prescribed after appeal, because my dislocations are really getting me down at the moment. I feel a tad bitter, really. The fact that I put my own dislocations back in is playing against me, because if I was in A+E every two to three weeks, spending thousands of pounds in NHS funds, managers would be desperate to stop those attendances. As a palliative care patient, and just general human, I do not want to be going and sitting in A+E up to twice a month, and certainly don’t want to wait hours for someone else to put my joint back in. The other day my shoulder started to sublux for the first time. Mum and I just put it in a sling, and just prayed (well, sort of. I’m not overly religious anymore) it wouldn’t fully go out of the joint. Thankfully, it didn’t. My right knee is playing up big style though, with even small subluxes (partial dislocations) causing huge pain and huge bruises. If you know anyone of influence, or know anyone who can circulate the petition, it is linked here.

Going back to poetry related news, I have had a few fun things happen. I have won the Young Persons Prize in the Poem and a Pint competition with a poem called ‘Grandad’. It is about my grandfather who passed away when I was eight years old. I have had a poem selected for the upcoming Cumbrian Poetry anthology published by Happenstance Press. I have also had a poem selected to promote the Kendal Poetry festival, and to be included in Poetry First Aid kits. I am now a member of the writing squad, an organisation that mentors the best young writers in the north west. I am extremely excited to have been chosen, and having only been to one meeting I have already made some valuable contacts, and met some lovely people.

A few months ago I started attending a new hospice for respite. We decided to make the switch because the old one, very sadly, wasn’t meeting my needs. The new hospice is a very different environment (I have graduated from kids to an adult set up), but offers me the complete rest and recoup I need. Hospices are very special places, if you or a family member ever need one please don’t be scared to go. The services they offer are so personal and incredible. Hospices’ very often have extremely tasty café’s (I have it on good authority!) that are open to the public. None of us can know if the money raised will be needed for our own care in the future.

We have also managed to get to Manchester and attend a few shows, including Sister Act, Hairspray and my guilty pleasure the Dancing on Ice tour.

I will also be the blogger in residence at the Kendal Poetry festival which kicks off with the open mic (tomorrow night, 6th September 2018). You can see a full programme and book tickets to any events by clicking here.

Well, considering I feel like I have done nothing over the last six months, it actually seems like I have done a fair bit!

I’d like to leave you with the words of the late Claire Wineland. Clare grew up knowing that she was going to die young due to cystic fibrosis. She had a lung transplant last week which was a success in itself, but unfortunately 24 hours later she suffered a huge stroke, and then passed away – at just 21. Claire is the reason I decided it was okay to talk about palliative care on YouTube, and was extremely wise beyond her years. “Go enjoy your life. Really. I mean that seriously. Go enjoy it. ‘Cause there are people fighting like hell for it.”


Hearing aids and Ways with Words

Hearing aids and Ways with Words

Hello everyone!

I am very busy at the moment, which is lovely. I’m going to start with something that has come as quite a shock. I have been having problems with my ears for a good few years now, and so got referred to an audiologist at a North West centre of excellence. I have been on sprays and god only knows how many other things, and if I am honest, I was expecting the specialist to just put me on another one and send me on my way. However, I had a hearing test which found that I need hearing aids. They think that my hearing loss has been caused by my ongoing nervous system disorders, and the only treatment that they can offer me is Hearing Aids. It is the first time that mum and I have sat in stunned silence after receiving a diagnosis. With my others they have been so expected because they have been so severe. Other diagnosis’ have been a relief, like we can build on that solid information, but this feels like a huge punch in the stomach; and is definite confirmation that no nerve is safe inside my body! I have noticed I can’t hear in groups, and that I have to have my television on louder than most, but it just hasn’t been a priority in the grand scheme of appointments. If you see me out and about I’m not sure if I am ready to talk about this yet (if you don’t want me to turn in to a crying mess that is), but give me a week or so and I will be back to my normal positive self.


This week I am blogging from the Words by the water festival in Keswick. They have very kindly given me a pass, so I am going to be learning a lot from the huge array of speakers. I will be blogging on the festival blog, so will share any links on social media. I was invited to the festival launch last night, which gives me a very positive feeling for the rest of the week. I came to the festival last year, and learned so much. Last year I could only attend the weekend events, but I am now in the fortunate position that I don’t have anything fixed Monday to Friday, so can stay all week.


If anyone reading this has gastrointestinal issues like myself, I would love to point you towards Hannah Witton’s channel. Hannah recently got a stoma bag due to her Ulcerative Colitis. Her positivity in the face of such a daunting life change has been really inspiring to me. When I say inspiring, I do not mean this in a ‘person who lives with a challenge is amazing because they live with a challenge’ way; I mean this in a ‘person has a life changing condition but starts a conversation around the issues’ way – because lets be honest –  If we had heart failure, or liver failure or if any other organ was failing we would feel no embarrassment in sharing the ins and outs, but because our conditions manifest themselves in the bowel it can be difficult. Hannah tackles the subject head on in her video called ‘I have ulcerative collitis’, with the thumbnail ‘lets talk about poo’! Hannah has helped to take the fear out of having a stoma bag for me. At some stage my condition will probably deteriorate to the extent that I need a colostomy or ileostomy, but seeing that while things have been difficult they have been manageable makes me less anxious about the future.

While I am shouting out YouTube channels, Jessica Kellgren-Fozard has taken the unknown element out of me needing hearing aids. I would thoroughly recommend her videos on disability and illness as they are so informative, and just generally friendly. She also makes videos on hairstyles which have been a life saver for me, as they are designed for the days when I have no energy.


So. Life has been a challenge…

So. Life has been a challenge…

Goodness me. 2018 has certainly been a challenge so far! I can’t believe its already February – and that I leave my teenage years behind and turn 20 tomorrow!

So I had tonsillitis, which wasn’t fun. I had gastroenteritis and a really bad flare of my neurological bowel problems as well. Then, my tube broke meaning I had to go to endoscopy to get it fixed. I luckily avoided a hospital admission because it happened on a Wednesday (It’s a Monday to Friday service!). Thanks to my subcutaneous fluids I could stay at home overnight, then go home again after the procedure. My tube snapping is classed as a medical emergency because I cannot tolerate anything orally; the only way I could describe my tube breaking is that it is like someone jumping up on you – at any time on any day of the year – and saying “right. From now until you go to a hospital one and a half hours away and have an operation you can’t have any food or water”. It’s scary.

I am also under investigation for a condition called cyclical Neutropenia – which is a condition whereby your white cells reach very low levels every 21 days. By ‘low’ I mean chemotherapy style low, so that’s why I have been picking up every bug under the sun – and refuse to meet up with anyone who is sick (sorry, to those I have cancelled at the last minute, it’s nothing personal). My small fibre neuropathy in my hands has continued to be painful, and my dislocations due to my Elher Danlos Syndrome seem to have been worse as well – explaining why I haven’t been blogging or doing my YouTube channel recently.

My medications have been making me feel very spaced out over the last couple of months. Nerve pain is a very tricky beast to tame, if you aren’t on it the pain is horrendous, like nothing I can describe – but when you’re on it you can feel quite detached and spaced out.

In better life news I am very pleased to say that I had two poems published in Acumen and Under the Radar magazine, which were very welcome mail!

In great life news I will be running an event this year at Litfest in Lancaster! I am going to be running a talk and Q and A session on starting a BookTube style channel and starting friendships online. I remember looking at this event last year, when I was thinking about starting a BookTube channel. Little did I know that the very next year I would be running it – and that my channel would have 2,000 subscribers! I still can’t believe I have reached such a huge milestone. Thank you to every single person who watches and reads my thoughts. Knowing people care about me and my opinions makes things so much easier to manage. You can book to come along on the LitFest website.

I will also be performing alongside two other Wayleave poets on the poetry day at Litfest. It would be lovely to see you there.

While on the thread of thoughts I should address that I haven’t been replying to letters this month. I am dictating this and everything I do is very difficult at the moment – but I promise I will reply soon. I feel really rude because quite a few of them are from before Christmas; but as you’ll gather from this post life has been pretty hectic coming in to 2018!



Hello! I’m back on here, finally! I have been having problems with my hands, which I’m not going to talk about because the last month has otherwise been lovely. The meds space me out, my hands are numb and sore – but that’s it. Meh. Moving on…

At some point in 2018 my first poetry pamphlet will be published by Wayleave Press. I am completely gobsmacked and thankful. I read the email five times consecutively. It has certainly been a good start to the year! I have so many people to thank for helping me realise this  dream. Thank you so much to the Wordsworth Trust for funding our young writers group – Dove Cottage Young poets – and to every single person that has worked with me on my poems. Just off of the top of my head (I will forget someone, but I blame my meds) Kim Moore, Clare Shaw, Brewery Poets, Mrs Holman and Miss S whom I showed my first ever poems to; every magazine that has both accepted and rejected my poems (I have had some very personal rejection letters, which have helped my confidence and spurred me on) – and to you, reading this and watching me on YouTube. People listening to what I have to say has meant that I have gained the confidence to aim for this.

So, moving on. How was your Christmas? Mine was the best one I have had since I have been poorly – which is massive. We started Christmas a day early, and my grandparents came over.  It was really lovely. We all just relaxed (avoided politics), and attempted to turn our brains off! I love my grandparents more than I can ever describe, they are the most selfless and lovely people you could ever meet. We sat and looked through some of the photo albums from when they got married way up to when my mum was in her early twenties. It was amazing to see how alike we all are, and the similarities that have been passed down.

On Christmas Day everyone came in to my room and we opened our stockings together. I made stockings for my parents this year so it was a real family affair. We used to go and sit on my parents’ bed, but my ‘little’ brother is now about six foot tall and mornings are the worst time for my blood pressure. I got the most gorgeous bobble hat, which I have barely taken off – in fact I wore it in my last video! Mum and I wanted to do the ‘posh’ thing and open our presents AFTER the meal… but the boys of the house got itchy feet – so we opened our presents once I was finally out of bed. I am a very lucky young lady. I got a Sizzix Big Shot machine, which cuts shapes out by only twisting a handle. The shapes are hugely intricate and gorgeous. I nearly cried the first time I used it, because I can’t really use scissors too well anymore. I finally have some crafty freedom back! We then went out for Christmas dinner. How lovely! We have never done it before, and never thought we would. However, over the last year my medical routine has grown to a sizeable portion of the day, so if mum had been cooking I would have barely seen her except for when doing medical stuff. Christmas dinner is a very special meal, and really is the only one that still upsets me. So, we went out to Toby Carvery, and I took some of my PO BOX letters and gifts to read. It was the best thing I have ever done. I sat and read these lovely letters – and some very gorgeous gifts. I didn’t feel sad or strange while they were eating – because at home there are so many memories attached to even the table setting – but while out I felt really content.

Now, in another break with tradition, we went out and did the Boxing Day sales. I know this is a rather controversial thing to do, but both my mum and dad have worked Christmas Day, Boxing Day and New Years Eve/ Day, many times due to working in the Emergency services.  Town was pretty busy, and I did manage to garb some bargains. However, people can be pretty rude when you are in a wheelchair and there is a bargain to be had – at one point a cashier was so rude to me  (after over charging me) I actually ended up saying “Just because I’m disabled doesn’t mean I can’t do maths!” He didn’t even look slightly embarrassed when I was right. He just saw the wheelchair and made assumptions. Very annoying! But things like that are a daily occurrence, and didn’t impact on the day much at all.

I just stayed in for New Years Eve. I learned last year that it’s pretty boring unless you are drunk! In fact, I was asleep at midnight. I don’t know what you expect to happen when midnight strikes, but it’s always a let down.

A happy new year from me! I’m very excited for this coming year. It’s going to be a good one, I can feel it.

Sensation loss, Lemn Sissay and Zebras

Sensation loss, Lemn Sissay and Zebras

First of all I’m going to start with the crap medical stuff. My symptoms have suddenly taken quite a dip. I am losing sensation in my right hand and some fingers in my left hand. This seems to confirm my neurological diagnosis, and the fact that it is degenerative. Even despite this, I am feeling so much better than the last time I wrote. I know it is sad, but I’m nowhere near as upset as my last post. This is because I opened a PO Box and I have been really enjoying receiving the first few letters. I’m going to reply to them today. I feel so much less alone. My symptoms have been getting worse over the last 6 weeks, but I just assumed I was having an EDS dislocation flare. I am getting stiff in the night, unable to move without strong meds, and now the sensation loss. I am in the very fortunate position that I have the two best doctors I could dream of, who are going to try and talk on Monday. One is local, and one works in a large city hospital. I’m finding writing with a pen difficult, and am trying to teach myself how to do it with no sensation. Then, my arm aches so I am struggling to do most things. I am using dictation software right now, so I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes. I have invested in a book rest, meaning I can still read easily – there is no way I’m giving that up!
My new PO BOX address is:
PO BOX 147
It would mean the world if you had the time to write a letter. I can look at them when I am feeling down, and hope to create a pen pan style relationship with a whole host of people. (It would also be helpful if you could include an international reply coupon or UK stamp if you live here).

Over the past week I have been a bit radical by Hannah standards 😂. I have got my seconds ear piecing done, and have dyed my hair dark purple. These are things I have wanted to do for a long time, and there is no better time to do such things than when you feel a bit rubbish.


Last wednesday I went to see Lemn Sissay live at the Brewery arts centre. What an amazing guy, he pinned you to your seat, looked right at you. He had the room crying with laughter one minute, and actually crying the next. His play, ‘something dark’, proves both his strength of character and linguistic skill all in one. I was absolutely exhausted and so couldn’t stay for the Q&A, but still, all this time later think about that play a lot.


I also went out fabric shopping last week. I went to a shop that only stock one roll of a fabric and then never stock it again. It is called Colours of the Rainbow and is based in Carlisle. I went in and bought three metres of ZEBRA fabric. Why am I so excited by this? Well, people with Elhers Danlos Syndrome (EDS), are called Zebras because while every zebra is recognisable as a zebra, every zebra has a different amount of / pattern of stripes — no two are alike. This is the same for us, while we all have EDS, no one has exactly the same experiences/ symptoms.

I did a poetry reading with Lancaster Spotlight in a care home last week. It was such a wonderful experience. I think the residents enjoyed our music/ poetry/ spoken word, and it gave me so much to be thankful for. I chatted about the colour of mobility aids with one of the residents, it was quite amusing!

Anyway, thank you once again for reading what’s going on with me. It’s difficult, but it’s so much easier now that I am happy and raring to go!!

#MeToo and sewing

#MeToo and sewing

#MeToo when I was in year 8 the textiles room had art stools with the holes in the seat so that you can carry them. A boy thought it would be funny to put a pen up my skirt through this gap, and ram the pen right in to my private area. I cried and cried when I got home that night, it hurt like hell, but put it down to boys being boys. I didn’t tell anyone because I thought they wouldn’t take me seriously. I only realised about 6 years later once I had read Everyday Sexism, that it was completely wrong. How are we conditioned in to believing things like this are okay?

I have a better week this week. I’m not as sad, I’m just upset at my body I think. I am learning to sew using a second hand sewing machine. I am making all sorts! I just need someone to cut out the pattern and help me pin – and away I go! Dislocating fingers can’t stop me! I thought my troublesome forefinger and middle finger were on the mend, but they have swollen up pretty huge so they are in splints now.

I have been doing lots of poetry admin – which is difficult when you’re down, so I’m glad to be feeling a bit better and getting back on with things.

I went to the Lakes International Comic arts festival this past weekend. I got given a few review copies, spent more money than I should have, and met lots of people who I have been emailing. There were so many accepting people in town. I didn’t get stared at, I got smiled at. People noticed I was a person! That is quite a rare thing for Kendal, I usually get never ending stares and scowls.

My exciting announcement is being pushed back to Monday, so look forward to that!

I’ve been a bit sad.

I’ve been a bit sad.

Hello all! I am back from my longest ever break from my blog. I decided to take a step away after I started to feel like things were getting on top of me. I have so much routine to my day, more than I will ever speak about, and we have been challenging so many different people to try and make decisions in my best interest – I just became a bit tired of everything I guess, and a little emotional.

Talking about the nicer things that have happened this month, I have bought a second hand sewing machine and am learning to sew. I am trying to develop some affordable pretty medical items. If you can think of any items that would be beneficial to you or anyone you know, let me know!

I performed at Borderlines festival, Lakes Alive, Spotlight and the in the Grasmere In-the-Round Theatre. It has been a full on month putting my body through the nights out, but goodness me it is so worth it. I love performing and writing poetry. It saves me in so many ways.

I have had a sizeable number of appointments, both near my home and a fair trek away. It is so worth it when the people you trust, and are personable. People are really trying to understand my condition and make it more comfortable for me. I have seen: The specialist dental service, the palliative care doctor, the palliative care nurse, the hospice near me’s physio, the urologist, the neurologist and my gastroenterologist, wheelchair assessment, District Nurses and the hospice for some lovely respite. I am not saying all of these for sympathy or anything like that. I’m just trying to say that on top of my daily grind I have appointments and other things that I must do in order to stay as well as possible. Some people think that my mum has quite an easy life looking after me, but it is all of the jobs that people don’t think about relating to serious illness. Ordering and drawing up medication, GP appointments, not being able to shower alone, needing help to get up and dressed.

I am going to be announcing a HUGE project over on my YouTube channel next week. I have applied for funding and it has come through. It is going to be amazing.