Every morning, I watch my son, Ben, pull himself up to stand. At 11 years old, we are lucky he still manages, but I see the effort it...

As I reflect on another busy week and weekend of work, gym, family time, volunteering work and additional, unpaid side-projects, I sit...

I cried today – in public and when I say in public, I mean in the school playground picking up Ben from school. Why the fuck am I crying?...

As I sit here on day 92 of lockdown, I feel the need to put the proverbial 'pen to paper'. What do I really want to say? What message do...

Following diagnosis, both my wife and I dealt with the news in our own way. There was one thing we had in common, it's a grieving...

in August 2017, Ben was referred to a Paediatrician due to his propensity for falling over and hitting his head. Little did we know that...