Hi all, 

Today I wanted to share something with you that's very close to my heart, and I guess more personal than the things I usually talk about on my little blog - so just bear with me :)

It's a bit of a sad story - but as the title suggests, there is a happy ending...



This is Pete. 

I met Pete in 2008. We worked together behind a bar, I remember the very first moment I set eyes on him, I'm pretty sure you'd call it love at first sight. Now Pete was a bit of a 'lad' when I first met him, but needless to say by Spring 2009 we were together :)

I was besotted with him, he made me laugh like no one I'd ever met before and was the most fun person to be around. Literally the life and soul of the party.  

Towards Christmas that year Pete started to feel unwell - a big lump had come up literally over night on his neck - to be honest we thought it was mumps, and he went to the doctor to check it out. The doctor took some blood and a few days later contacted us to say "it's ok, doesn't look like anything sinister". So we just shrugged it off and carried on. Right before Christmas Pete suddenly got really unwell and was rushed into hospital - they immediately did I biopsy on the lump in his throat. We were told the words that no one ever wants to hear. He had Cancer - or to be more specific a non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. 

I cannot even describe to you what hearing that news felt like, just like someone had literally knocked the wind out of my sails, my whole world just crumbled around me. I couldn't quite believe it - he was so  young, and it was all so sudden.

They admitted him to the University College Hospital in London immediately to begin treatment. I stayed by his bedside for nearly 5 long months, leaving only to grab the odd Kit Kat from the vending machine, or to have a little walk. It's almost a blur thinking back - it's so surreal, and so painful to remember. 

On August 23rd, Pete sadly lost his 9 month battle and heaven gained one pretty awesome angel, three years ago yesterday. I miss him as much today as the day he was taken away, but the story doesn't end here...something pretty amazing happened.



This is Jack. 

Now here's the thing - most of you will recognise Jack as my lovely boyfriend, whom I've been together with for nearly 3 years.

Our meeting was a moment of utter serendipity. When Pete died, I didn't really know how to cope - so I did the only thing I could think to do, which was try to immediately throw myself back into normality {silly move people!!}. So I went back to work the very next day - I worked behind a bar, and it just so happened that the event that evening was being Dj'd by Jack's best friend Sam - now his laptop died, so Jack had to come down to bring Sam a new laptop {a mac!!} pronto.

Jack & I got chatting {as he waited for Sam at the bar}, turned out he was pretttty cool - he worked for the most  amazing tech company & seemed to be an all round nice guy. When he told me where he worked I was like - oh my, I'd LOVE to work for {insert super ace company here} to which he said that they'd love me and I should apply.

Long story short, I applied to said company and got a job which I absolutely love {I'm still there 3 years later} and Jack and I are now half way through the process of buying our first home together.

 Now - if Pete hadn't passed the day he did, and if I hadn't have gone straight back to work the next day, and if Sam's laptop had never broken - I wouldn't have the career I have now, or be with the guy I want to spend my life with. I honestly believe it was fate, true serendipity, a happy accident.

If you made it to the end of this epic story, thanks, I hope you didn't mind me sharing. I just think that sometimes, things happen for a reason, and often you can find something happy in the saddest of situations. 

Before I go, I just wanted to share with you a little quote that is quite poignant to me, said by the late, great Steve jobs. He said "Sometimes life's going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith."