Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
Mine was in the form of a skinny ginger man 8 years ago. The same year I was diagnosed with cancer, the same year I had never needed anyone more.
This man changed me, saved me from the chaos that was happening around me. He made me want better, he made me want to fight.
I love music and almost use it as therapy when times are tough. One of my favourite memories of that first year, was seeing Mumford and Sons at a festival, just the two of us. Where hippies were everywhere, Red Bull was £9 a can and we didn’t have a care in the world. For that moment, we were us. No matter what was going on with my health, money strains or career worries, we were there in that moment and it was perfect.
There is one song that will always remind me of Glenn and that day and it’s Mumford and Sons- After the Storm. The lyrics are:
“And I took you by the hand and we stood tall. Remembered our own land, what we live for. There will come a time you’ll see, with no more tears and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. Get over your hill and see what you’ll find there with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair..”
From that moment on, whatever life threw at us, I knew we would be ok. We had each other. But before we had time to think, we were whisked into a life of hospitals, operations and battles. Little did we know, it would be the first of many.
We supported each other, talked, listened even sometimes when we didn’t want to. We fought it together and it made us stronger than ever. The days I wanted to give up and couldn’t take anymore, he was there lifting me back up. The conversations with the kids, the heartbreaking decisions I had to make in case of the worst, he was there by my side. My operations that both lasted 7-9 hours, he sat and waited for me, making sure he was there when I woke up.
Just when we thought we were back up on our feet with money, careers, me being finally discharged from the hospital after 7 long years, it happens all over again. But this time 10 times worse.
There were days in the beginning of Ellis’ diagnosis where I sat and cried uncontrollably on my bed. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t and didn’t want to believe what was happening. I couldn’t talk, even to Glenn, I shut him out. I couldn’t think of anything else other than what was happening right then. Glenn sat with me. He waited until I was ready and even to this day I have never told him how grateful I was for that. He let me deal with it however I needed to, but letting me know he was there.
We are all coping with things a lot easier now, it almost becomes your norm. We do both still have our bad days and cry, but on the whole we are getting through it. It has made us all more aware of how we feel, the importance of talking things over, being mindful of how others are feeling and learning and growing in our own ways.
I am incredibly proud to be Glenn’s wife, without him by my side, I would be nothing. He is determined, ambitious and so so generous. He is always putting me and the kids first in everything he does. He makes me want to be the best I can be, the best we can be as a family. We may not have much in life in the way of assets or material things, but we have each other. There is nothing that I would trade that for.
Not even Phillip Schofield.
(Well ok, maybe Phil, but shhh)