Life is too short. I think we all know that, but sometimes it takes everything falling apart to actually feel it.

Last July, my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 bile duct cancer while living in Spain. Since then, our lives have been turned upside down.

There’s been hospital stays, infections, emergency procedures, palliative chemo, and months of uncertainty. Me, my brother and sister have been travelling back and forth, trying to support our parents while also navigating everything from another country — even down to translating medical information just to understand what was going on.

At one point, we didn’t even know if my dad would make it home. But he has. And that means everything.

The reality though is this has hit us hard in every way. My mum is also unwell, they’ve had to leave their life in Spain behind, their home there still hasn’t sold, and they’re now back in the UK trying to manage a house, bills and a large mortgage with very little income.

It’s a lot. For all of us.

I lost one of my best mates, Dan, around Christmas. That hit me hard. It made everything feel even more real — how quickly life can change, and how much we put things off.

So I’ve decided to stop waiting.

I’m doing a skydive

And I won’t be doing it alone — my amazing friend Netty (who is 70!) is doing it with me, which says everything about her ❤️

We’re doing this for my dad, for our family, and to try and ease some of the pressure at home. But also as a reminder to live, while we can.

If you can donate or even just share this, it would honestly mean the world.

Thank you