In 2000 my dad was fatally injured in an industrial accident. They say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, well this tested us all and MadDad was a tower of strength for all the family. It took the next 4 years for resolution to be agreed upon, Health and Safety prosecuted them and an inquest was heard. It was a painful time for us all. My dad is sorely missed still to this day and not a week goes by when I am not desperate to tell him something about my life.
In June 2005 we nearly lost him, but he was a fighter and MadDad and I spent 2 weeks constantly by his side at the Royal Berkshire Hospital and we made the decision to relocate back to the North East so that I could be a stay at home mummy.
But wow all of a sudden my 15 month old MaxiMad stopped looking like a baby and started looking like a toddler.
Just like his big brother did when he was small, MiniMad decided that we needed a scare too and was admitted to The RVI in Newcastle a good 60 miles away, but we got through it.
We celebrated our first Christmas as a family of four in a new home and we have grown to love this house, our home. It has become my haven. MiniMad just fitted in to our family, it was as though we had always had him and him us.
Amongst all of this my dear Aunt was diagnosed with a rare cancer and we found out that we carried the BRACA spelling mistake and the rest as they say is history, we it is my history. In 2008 I had my ovaries and tubes removed.
In 2009 MaxiMad started school. I cried my baby was at school how could this be. I have only just given birth to him. He loves it.
I have learned that I do not need 5 star holidays (although they are wonderful) camping is great with my boys as long as a I am warm and we have alcohol!!