Sitting on a plane waiting to take off, I started to reflect on the whirlwind of my life over the past five years. At 60 and with four grandchildren, many might be considering winding down into retirement, but I felt the opposite: I was just getting started. In that moment, everything, from my childhood struggles to my entrepreneurial journey, made sense. It was all meant to be. I realised that I was finally living my purpose.
At the age of four, in 1969, in Nantwich, my world changed when my lovely mum Enid was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS) at the young age of 36. Back then, treatments were virtually non-existent, and the disease progressed quickly. As her health declined, my dad, Tony, faced the overwhelming reality of raising me…
