First of all, I must apologise straight away for the following piece of excruciating gooeyness and also for any offence I may cause anyone, vomiting is certainly not my intention, but we did just have Valentine’s Day recently so I have an excuse.
As a big film buff, I sat watching the BAFTAs on Sunday night firstly trying to remember what films I had actually seen or missed, in the last 12 months. It made me think of all the incredible people who have played such amazing supporting roles in my life throughout this most difficult time for me. I could mention so many but the two main characters in my story, I have mentioned before in previous blogs but they must be spoken of again: firstly, and most crucially, my incredible girlfriend; Amy. Amy gave up studying a PGCE course and moved to Cheltenham away from where she lived with her family in Poole, in Dorset, to look after me and help with my recovery. She has been with me every step of the way, right from the beginning in every hospital and rehabilitation unit, right the way through to dragging me up steep hills every weekend to try and help improve my walking in the freezing cold.
She has been a godsend and there are no words to begin to describe my gratitude to her, she has, quite simply, kept me going through this whole dark time and put up with all of my strops, negativity and frustrations. I am sure, I have been a prize pain in the posterior for her, but there she has been all along, right beside me; undaunted, unfazed and unbelievable.
There are not enough words to thank her for all she has done for me so I hope this is a good enough start: thank you Amy, you’ve been my saviour and I would not want to begin to imagine where I would be without you, you’ve had to put up with so much and I’ll always be grateful for that.
I’m also a Wood. Now I love my family so much but I’m afraid we are not the most positive bunch of people in the world. If there’s a pessimistic angle to take on something then we’ll certainly seek it out and find it, which leads me onto the second person in my journey, my sister, Laura. Growing up just two years apart, we were both as stubborn as one another, refusing to back down over anything in an argument, always at each other’s throats. But, like Amy, she has provided me with so much strength, inspiration, hope and just plain laughter, again, for which I’ll always be grateful for. Also she is a fountain of knowledge as she has researched absolutely everything in great detail along my recovery.
I could name and thank any member of my family or friends for their support: my brother, Mat, my mum, or my dad, my Aunts and Uncles, my new family The Perrings (Amy's family) everyone has rallied around the baby of the family; me, like they always have done, and protected me, shielding me from the cold winds of negativity and doubt.
I’ve been so fortunate to have just one of these people in my life through this, let alone all of them, and I will repeat myself, I just cannot thank them enough, you are all amazing.