In 2015, my Father was diagnosed with Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis. Two years later after dealing with pneumonia, coming to terms with constant oxygen therapy and fighting for every breath, he passed away at home surrounded by his family. He was just sixty-one years old.
Stephen, my Dad, was my hero, my best friend and my biggest cheerleader. He was kind, funny and a loving man who worked tirelessly to provide for his family, all the while sharing his wisdom and his hilarious and heartwarming memories. Even with the devastation of losing his lungs, he managed to show true bravery and courage in the face of pain and uncertainty. Unfortunately, IPF doesn’t hold much hope and he succumbed to the disease last Summer.
I’m walking TrekFest in September 2018 for a number of reasons; we live in and love the Peak District, my Dad loved to walk and was hoping when he reached retirement he could spend more time immersed in his Ordnance Survey maps, and I want to remember his legacy by getting my best walking boots on and to do this immense walk in his memory.
It won’t be an easy challenge. Currently I am extremely unfit and also five stone over my ideal weight which means this walk isn’t going to be achieved in a day. From January I will be aiming to lose 2lb a week as well as upping my fitness, so that by September 1st I will be ready and willing to take on this challenge.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.