Angharad & Co

21/09/2026

Good morning!
This is the 6am energy we all need on a Monday morning right?

Today we are all feeling a bit tired after such a fabulous fundraiser on Saturday, but we will just throw ourselves straight back into another week of chaos!

This week I’ve got some many appointments, Kaitlyn has her chemo this week and there are 13682 jobs needing to be done ✔️
Social battery is currently sitting at zero
But it was so worth it 🩷

I honestly cannot articulate how much it means to us all as a family all@the hard work everyone is putting into these fundraisers for Kaitlyn 🫶🏼

People can say what they like about us Stokies but our community is strong!

Community at its finest 🩷

What would your Monday morning motivation be?

20/09/2026

The princesses started off the day with a bang 💥
Ariel, Cinderella, Moana, Spiderman and Ms Rachel 🩷
Thank you so much! The kids all had a wonderful time
Precious Little Princess Parties
Silverdale Working Mens Club

19/09/2026

Okay Miss Slayyyy 🩷

Honestly I could burst 🥹

Kaitlyn looks like Kaitlyn again 🩷

All ready to go to the fundraiser at silverdale working men’s club today 🫶🏼

How strong she is is out of this world, let’s keep going 🤞🏼

17/09/2026

A little back update… WOW. 😅

I feel like I’ve spent the last few weeks huffing and puffing saying, “my back hurts”, but I genuinely don’t think I’ve been able to put into words just how much pain I’ve actually been in. Today I feel like I’m finally getting somewhere, YAY!

This morning I went to the GP, who prescribed me some stronger pain relief and muscle relaxers to help with what I’m dealing with. Picking those up tomorrow 🤞🏼

Then I went to an osteopath…
And OH EM GEE. 😂

After a little chat and examining me, he said he could completely understand why I’ve been in so much pain. My back and neck are incredibly tight and restricted, and he believes I’ve got a mixture of old injuries from a car accident back in 2011 alongside newer trauma. Emotional AND physical trauma, obvs. 😅

Now here’s the part that made me LOLLLLL.

Sooooo apparently one of the contributing factors could quite literally be… our little Wynny ffs🤣

He asked if I’d been pushed or kicked at home. This was after I’d explained a little about Wynny and her additional needs. I stopped to think for a second and a LIGHTBULB went off. 💡 FACCK

Anyone who knows Wynny knows she’s a little force of nature. She regularly launches herself into me, pushes me from behind without warning, and a few weeks ago gave me an almighty kick with the ball of her heel straight into my back.

It genuinely hadn’t even crossed my mind that any of that could be relevant because it’s just become part of everyday life.

So, in a nutshell, apparently my 7 year old may have contributed to my whiplash. 😂 You can’t write this s**t.

After my assessment, he worked through some of the muscles in my neck and then did some proper old-school manipulation and honestly… the instant relief was remarkable.

I stood back up and I COULD BREATHE BETTER. It was insane.

I hadn’t realised just how restricted everything had become until that moment. I’m definitely sore now, which I expected after treatment, but I walked out feeling validated and more mobile.

I’m still continuing with the medical route and my MSK referral because I know the numbness in my arms and everything else still needs properly investigating, but today felt incredibly validating.

After feeling like a broken record saying how much pain I’ve been in, having someone physically assess me and say, “I can see why you’re hurting,” was so nice to hear finally!

So tonight’s prescription is…

A hot bath 🛁
A cinema date with my pals 🎬
And maybe a medicinal Midnight Margarita🍸👌🏼

A few more sessions with the osteopath, my MSK appointment and taking things a little easier, and hopefully I’ll be back in the game. 💪🏻

P.S. Does anyone know how I go about making a whiplash compensation claim against a 7 year old?

She’s got approximately £14.62 in her money box and I’m prepared to take this ALL THE WAY. 😂😂😂

17/09/2026

What a day this will be!

We will be there, who’s popping along to get involved?

Me and my good friend Louren have held our charity fundraisers here, and I grew up in silverdale. Born and bred!
What a lovely gesture for the club to plan and organise all of this for our beautiful Kaitlyn 🩷 and for all the acts, stalls and artists to give their time and effort to make it a day to remember!
We are honestly overwhelmed with the support 😭

Wear pink and get entered into a draw!

12- close!
It’s going to be a great day!

PLEASE SHARE 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

This Saturday guys we hold our charity fundraiser for the beautiful Kaitlyn, we have lots going on, let’s raise some money to help this young girl out, please share and spread the word 🩷 Kaitlyn favourite colour is pink so if you come in an item of pink clothing I will take your name and pop you in a draw to win a prize, let’s make the club pink 🩷

17/09/2026

Fastest finger first 🤙🏻
I Absolutley need this appointment today and I was on it!
Clock struck 08:00am
I dialled
Pressed number 2 without hearing the options
And Bam
Caller number 1
Connected 💪🏻🙋🏻‍♀️

Let’s hope I can get sorted today and be back to being my normal motivated and fully able self
Bed life just ain’t for me

15/09/2026

My morning so far…

Woken up by Wynny performing some sort of WWE wrestling move directly onto my already pickled back. Got up and stepped in dog p**s in the kitchen. Something Gruffalo has literally NEVER done since we’ve had him, so excellent timing from him. 🤙🏻

And now, at 6:30am, I’m sitting listening to THREE different forms of media playing simultaneously from various pieces of technology with the occasional door slam for the acoustics. A lovely, calm and regulated start to the day. 😂🤙🏻

And you know what, it perfectly sums up something I’ve been trying to work through lately. I’m currently locking myself in the bathroom to write this so that Wyn doesn’t steal my phone. 😅

Whilst I’m here, I want to share with you all that I’m finding it really difficult to fill everyone else’s cup when mine feels completely empty. This morning has already tipped me over the edge. I have this overwhelming sense of responsibility for everybody else’s happiness in this house, and to ‘keep the peace’.

Is everyone happy? Does everyone have what they need? Is somebody upset? What can I do to make it better? I feel like I carry the emotional temperature of the whole house around with me.

I’m incredibly self-aware. Probably to my own detriment sometimes. I can recognise what I’m doing, analyse why I’m doing it and yet still struggle to remind myself that other people’s emotions aren’t mine to fix.

Throw in what I’m fairly certain is perimenopause, hormones doing whatever the hell they fancy, and years of my nervous system in fight or flight means some days there really isn’t much left in the tank. I’m trying to learn that loving everybody doesn’t mean I’m responsible for everybody’s happiness. Just because someone having a bad day doesn’t mean I have failed. Someone being unhappy doesn’t automatically create a problem that I have to solve. And most of all my needs don’t have to come last just because I’m the mum.

I can’t keep trying to fill everybody else’s cup when mine is bonnnnneeeee dry.

Anyway, happy 6:30am.
Phones, Tas and TV are apparently headlining Glastonbury in my living room. With the occasion vocal and door slam from Wyn. God bless my understanding neighbour 🩷🤙🏻😂

14/09/2026

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ End of life care / cancer

Emotional post this morning 🥺 sorry in advance 🥹

I was looking through photos for something completely unrelated when I came across this one. It wasn’t in my camera roll. It was hidden away in WhatsApp. Gary had taken it and sent it to me, and I don’t think I’ve really looked at it properly until now.

This was when Kaitlyn had been put on end of life care and by this point she was too weak to walk to the bathroom, so we were helping her to use the toilet beside her bed. And there would be these tiny moments where she would stand, just for a short time, wrap her arms around me and hold onto me for stability to use the commode.

But to me, they were hugs. The biggest hugs and I cannot explain how much I soaked up every single one of them. Every time she put her arms around me, there was this thought in the back of my mind, What if this is the last one? So I held her tighter and for longer. I tried to remember exactly what it felt like to have her arms around me.
Because I genuinely didn’t know if I would ever get another one.

At the time her brain was so affected by the leukaemia that she was barely aware of what was happening around her for much of it. She doesn’t remember this, but I do. Seeing this photo I remember all of it. I remember holding onto every second because I thought I was losing my daughter.

And looking at this photo now is incredibly painful. I think there are parts of what happened that I’ve still not even begun to properly process, because everything happened so quickly. We went from living our lives to being told we were losing her, in less than week!

But thankfully we’re not there anymore. I will never, ever be able to put into words how overwhelmingly grateful I am for that.

But you don’t simply walk away from something like this and relax again. There will always be a part of me that remembers just how quickly everything changed before.

So I’m trying to allow myself to revisit these moments. To feel them instead of pushing them somewhere deep down because they hurt too much. And more than anything in this world, I hope the treatment Kaitlyn is able to have gets her to a place where cancer isn’t constantly lurking in the background of her life.

Because our princess has already had to fight harder than anybody ever should. This photograph absolutely breaks my heart. But God, am I grateful that I can look at it today and know that wasn’t our last hug. 🩷

13/09/2026

Me and my girlies 🧡✨