"This time baby, I'll be bulletproof...."

Happy Saturday me lovers...

Wowzers, what a week! I feel like a Tasmanian Devil. Spinning around and around, zooming from pillar to post in a hectic blur. It's not slowing down either, next week is just as mad. I'm on the train to London at 5am Monday morning, not back until late Weds after a few appointments including one at Royal Marsden, then flying to Edinburgh on Thursday at 7am, back late at night and then i need to be at the office by 9am Friday. Saturday is gonna be LAZY. Sunday I'm making an attempt at 13 miles from Chelsea to Sutton for Royal Marsden. I'm quite looking forward to busting a groove to be honest!

Until then, I'm taking it easy, enjoying a few social drinks with the in-laws and Fi's first Mothers day tomorrow (kinda). It's these moments in time, the moments I get to stop and pinch myself, that I realise just how far I've come since starting to write this blog nearly 6 months ago. Those days leading up to the operation were frightening. I'd just quit my job, just found out Fi was pregnant and was heading into 14 hours of surgery that was going to change my life permanently for the better. I had a plan, everything was cool, then some of the plan fell to pieces, then some more did. Then the operation became something much much more challenging and messed up than anyone expected. Then we found out it was twins, then then then.... 

Now, with another operation and 2 babies on the horizon I'm trying to cram loads of stuff into a short period of time in the knowledge that I'll be out of action again for a couple of months. Only this time, I'm in control of my own reality. This time I've learned that I am the only one who should be controlling my direction. 

There's one reality that I've had to accept. In the bio on the welcome page of this website I mention I want my Hollywood smile back in time for my 10 year anniversary on 10th April. When I decided to crack on with this whole life changing journey, I had this date in my head as a target for everything to be put to bed and locked down. My new teeth, my new head, my new business, my new wife, my new babies. Reality is that this isn't even going to be close to happening. Shame, it was all looking so beautiful for a while.

Thing is, this past 6 months have been the most brutal of my life. Properly hard-core, more so on my emotional being than my physical. Despite the scars you can see, it's my head that's taken the brunt of the flak. All told though, I'm stronger now than ever. Because a man isn't measured by the number of times he falls. He's measured by the number of times he gets up. And I'm up and I’m fighting and I’m stronger than one man, because you all bring me more strength than any one man could possibly muster on his own. Thankyou…

"This time baby, I'll be bulletproof...."

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Jez

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