Stuck behind a desk at my insurance job I could barely think. Every day felt like wading through treacle From the outside I had everything – a good job, house, loving wife and three kids, Laura, Matthew and Stephen. But inside I was crumbling.
Back home, I looked at Stephen, 14, so sick with type 1 diabetes and felt powerless to help him.
Naturally sporty, he’d become skin and bones in front of our very eyes as doctors battled to get his condition under control. Knowing it was a lifelong disease hit