Our Story
In 2014 I married the most wonderful man in the whole wide world. We had a billion hopes and dreams for the years to come and eagerly looked forward to the bright future ahead of us. Our first hope and desire was soon realised when our son was born. But his birth also signalled the time our lives changed completely, never to return to the bright, beckoning future we dreamed about.
When our son was a mere five days old, my husband started suffering from terrible migraines. From that day forward, excruciating pain and other harrowing symptoms plagued his every waking moment. We held on for three months, experiencing many ups and downs health wise, and then finally went for an MRI scan. That was the day we came face to face with the nemesis behind all the symptoms: a brain tumour my husband jokily nicknamed “Die Sprinkaan” (The Grasshopper). After the scan and the realisation of what we were dealing with, everything suddenly became centred on “Die Springkaan.” Having a brain tumour is no joke. Every day brought new devastating symptoms, such as loss of vision, hearing and movement and deteriorating speech. The headaches and random pains in his body were excruciating. He was nauseas all the time and vomited profusely. He soon lost his appetite and became sensitive to noise. With each passing day, the list of symptoms grew. Our live became frantic—to say the least.