English: Diolch, Presiding Officer. I'm going to talk at great speed because I have also promised to give a minute to Julie Morgan, to Janet Finch-Saunders and to Suzy Davies, and I have a lot to say on this subject. It was a bank holiday weekend less than a year ago when Rachel knocked on her flatmate's bedroom door in the early hours of the morning and asked her to take her to hospital because she felt very ill. This vibrant 29-year-old had felt a little unwell the previous evening, but four hours later she was saying to her friend, 'I think I'm dying'. Rachel arrived at the Heath, and, after a few quick checks by the triage nurse, she was told that there was a five and a half hour wait to see a doctor, and that she should be okay and the best thing to do would be to go home, take some paracetamol and rest. In all, Rachel was in the accident and emergency department less than 30 minutes, but the awful truth was that Rachel was already in septic shock. Her mum and dad, Bernie and Steve, decided on a whim to have a coffee near Rachel's flat and called her. Their beloved daughter managed to scream down the phone, and the distraught parents raced to her side. Ambulances were called for, and the first responding paramedic was rather offhand, refusing to let the sick woman lie down, because he couldn't take her blood pressure. The reality is that her blood pressure was now so low it was very difficult to discern, and that one fact, if nothing else, should have screamed a warning: 'This could be sepsis'. Rachel was taken to UHW, and in the resuscitation unit they told her and her family that she would need to be put into an induced coma, as she was in septic shock. Rachel asked if septic shock was life-threatening, and the doctor responded to her and her family that, as she was being treated, it would be okay. Steve and Bernie never spoke to their daughter again. This very normal family had no real understanding what sepsis was, what septic shock meant, or what the possible outcomes were. Rachel was taken into theatre to have incisions in her arms and legs in order to relieve the pressure build-up. But, after the procedure, her family were told that Rachel would have to lose both of her legs and her right forearm. By then, they had learned how other sepsis survivors, like Jayne Carpenter, a nurse at the Royal Gwent, have coped with the loss of three limbs, and so they felt that agreeing to this surgery would still give Rachel a chance to have a good life and that she would want to fight for that.
Welsh: Diolch, Lywydd. Rwy'n mynd i siarad yn gyflym iawn, oherwydd rwyf wedi addo rhoi munud i Julie Morgan, i Janet Finch-Saunders ac i Suzy Davies hefyd, ac mae gennyf lawer i'w ddweud ar y pwnc hwn. Penwythnos gŵyl y banc lai na blwyddyn yn ôl oedd hi pan gurodd Rachel ar ddrws ystafell wely y fenyw oedd yn rhannu fflat â hi yn oriau mân y bore a gofyn iddi fynd â hi i'r ysbyty oherwydd ei bod yn teimlo'n sâl iawn. Roeddy fenyw fywiog 29 oed hon wedi teimlo ychydig yn sâl y noson cynt, ond bedair awr yn ddiweddarach roedd hi'n dweud wrth ei ffrind, 'Rwy'n meddwl fy mod yn marw'. Cyrhaeddodd Rachel ysbyty'r Heath, ac ar ôl ychydig o wiriadau cyflym gan nyrs frysbennu, dywedwyd wrthi fod yn rhaid iddi aros am bum awr a hanner i weld meddyg, ac y dylai hi fod yn iawn ac mai'r peth gorau iddi ei wneud oedd mynd adref, cymryd paracetamol a gorffwys. Nid oedd Rachel yn yr adran damweiniau ac achosion brys am fwy na 30 munud i gyd, ond y gwir ofnadwy oedd fod Rachel eisoes mewn sioc septig. Penderfynodd ei mam a'i thad, Bernie a Steve, ar fympwy i gael coffi ger fflat Rachel a'i ffonio. Llwyddodd eu merch annwyl i sgrechian i lawr y ffôn, a rhuthrodd ei rhieni gofidus ati. Galwyd am ambiwlans ac roedd y parafeddyg ymateb cyntaf ychydig yn ddifater, yn gwrthod gadael i'r fenyw sâl orwedd, am na allai gymryd ei phwysedd gwaed. Y gwir amdani oedd bod ei phwysedd gwaed bellach mor isel fel ei bod hi'n anodd iawn ei ganfod, a dylai'r ffaith honno, yn anad yr un arall, fod wedi gweiddi rhybudd: 'Gallai hyn fod sepsis'. Aethpwyd â Rachel i Ysbyty Athrofaol Cymru, ac yn yr uned ddadebru dywedwyd wrthi hi a'i theulu y byddai angen iddi gael ei rhoi mewn coma meddygol, a'i bod mewn sioc septig. Gofynnodd Rachel a oedd sioc septig yn bygwth bywyd, a dywedodd y meddyg wrthi hi a'i theulu y byddai'n iawn am ei bod hi'n cael ei thrin. Ni siaradodd Steve a Bernie â'u merch eto. Nid oedd gan y teulu normal hwn unrhyw ddealltwriaeth go iawn beth oedd sepsis yn ei olygu na beth oedd y canlyniadau posibl. Aethpwyd â Rachel i'r theatr i gael toriadau yn ei breichiau a'i choesau er mwyn ysgafnhau'r pwysau oedd yn cronni. Ond ar ôl y driniaeth, dywedwyd wrth ei theulu y byddai'n rhaid i Rachel golli ei choesau a gwaelod ei braich dde. Erbyn hynny, roeddent wedi dysgu sut yr oedd goroeswyr sepsis eraill, fel Jayne Carpenter, nyrs yn Ysbyty Brenhinol Gwent, wedi ymdopi â cholli dwy goes a braich, ac felly teimlent y byddai cytuno i'r llawdriniaeth hon yn dal i roi cyfle i Rachel gael bywyd da ac y byddai am ymladd i gael hynny.