The Masters and Miracles

April 2025, where do I even begin?

The month started on an incredible high. On Friday 4th April, we held the launch party for Fore the Fun at Social Sticks in Bromsgrove, and what a night it was! Over 100 of you came to celebrate with us, friends, family, golf lovers, and curious newcomers. The vibe was amazing, and for the first time, it truly felt like our fun golf events business had come to life. I felt proud, excited, and ready for the year ahead…so I thought.

But that same night, life threw something completely unexpected our way.

My dad fell ill. Within days, we were told he had severe sepsis and E.coli due to his Prostate Cancer causing his immune system to be weak. The doctors prepared us for the worst.

Day 1: Dad was unresponsive. They took him off all medication and told us we needed to prepare ourselves. It was devastating.

Day 2: Still unresponsive, but there was a moment where he wanted water, even raising his eyebrows as we spoke to him.

Day 3: He sipped water instead of using a sponge. We brought in the iPad and put on The Masters, hoping he could listen and if so we knew it would be something he loved.

Day 4: He surprised us all. Asking for and opening a bottle of water himself, drank from it, even ate a little, and managed some light conversation. He was more present. He even started asking about the golf too.

Day 5: More conversation, more food, more energy. He wanted to watch The Masters. 

Day 6: We sat together watching the final round of The Masters. Dad sipped a cider. We laughed and chatted. Mum, James, Will (my brother), his girlfriend Teegan, and I were all there, just soaking in the moment. 

Day 7: Dad had some tests done. Amazingly his infection markers had dropped. Against all odds, and probably thanks to his stubbornness, he wasn’t going anywhere.

One miracle down. But April wasn’t finished with me yet.

Miracle No. 2

Toward the end of April, I started to feel a little… off. I wasn’t ill, but I wasn’t quite myself. I had missed my period, and something wasn’t right, I couldn’t put my finger on it.

It turns out, I was pregnant.

At the time, I was probably around 3 to 4 weeks, I had absolutely no idea. 

The universe has a wild way of working things out, doesn’t it?

Those early weeks are strange. I honestly didn’t feel “pregnant” it’s like I was living a dream.

Here’s a little look back at what was quietly going on, which might also explain why I felt a little different:

• My emotions were everywhere (but blamed it on stress).

• My sense of smell was oddly strong.

• My boobs were tender.

• I felt weirdly tired but just thought I was run down.

• But then, the missed period.

Looking back now, it all makes sense. But in the moment, with so much happening around me, I hadn’t even considered pregnancy, even though we were trying. Everyone always says stress is the worst thing for trying to conceive. So with everything going on we didn’t put the pressure on ourselves.

So Here We Are… April gave me so many emotions.

If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’ll be sharing more updates as this next chapter unfolds. ❤️