
3 years ago today… my dad almost lost everything.
He was diagnosed with a condition called cervical myelopathy — basically, the nerves in his spine were being crushed and trapped underneath his spinal cord. The doctors told us that if he didn’t have surgery soon, he’d be completely paralysed for life.
At the time, the entire left side of his body had already started to shut down. He couldn’t walk properly, his hand wouldn’t grip, his balance was gone… and we were told, bluntly, that it was only going to get worse.
So he had life-saving spinal surgery — and those were the scariest hours of our lives. There was no guarantee he’d walk again, or even come out of it the same person.
Fast forward three years later, and it honestly feels like a miracle. He’s walking in straight lines again. He’s up and about. He can hold my daughter in his arms. He can smile, laugh, and live normally again. Every time I see him walking across the room, it still hits me how close we came to losing that.
What a lot of people don’t know (or chose not to believe at the time) is how bad it really was. Some people online even said we were making it up — which was honestly disgusting — but we just kept quiet, because the truth always speaks for itself in the end.
He’s still fragile. He still has his wobbly days. The surgery didn’t “fix” him — it saved him. It stopped things from getting worse. And that’s what matters most.
I’m just unbelievably thankful that he’s still here, still walking, still laughing… and now able to hold his granddaughter.








We take our diet very seriously now.. so before the pub… a bit of exercise… we don’t want to get unhealthy again




