I’m Becky; 36, recently widowed, working mummy of 2, a daughter aged 9 and a son aged 3, friend, eternal optimist and award winning blogger.
Lover of laughter, family, friends and all things cake related!
Here, through prose, poetry, photos and videos you’ll get an insight into our family life, our adventures, our grief and everything in between as we navigate our new lives as a trio without Chris, husband and daddy.
At the end of 2015 Chris was diagnosed with a rare bone cancer, Ewings Sarcoma. During 2016 he had intense chemotherapy and had to have his left leg amputated. The treatment looked to have worked but unfortunately less than 2 months later it had returned. After an almost 2 year battle Chris sadly passed away in October 2017.
I like to call this space eclectic, it’s a true reflection of our lives and the way my brain works.
Hopefully you’ll find positivity, hope, looking for the happiness in each day, reflection, emotion, memories, some sadness, plenty of smiles and laughter.
Winner of the Brilliance in Blogging Inspire Award 2017
Finalist in the Brilliant in Blogging Readers Choice Award 2016, MAD Blog Outstanding Contribution Award 2016.
This is the Diary of a Fat Bottomed Girl, mines a little wobbly, this is my theme tune, ’cause no matter what they make the rocking world go round!
Awesome, title to your blog. Love it. Can’t wait to keep on reading!! Good luck with everything.
I met your beautiful little miracle boy this evening, (my son is a friend of his cousin and they were playing tennis together, your angel tagged along). What a treasure he is, I am still smiling as I think about him. His Gran (lovely lady!) mentioned your blog and with a title like that I couldn’t resist (or forget), Wishing you all much love, xXx
Hello. I think you are amazing how you have coped with everything. I mentioned my disabled teenage son to you a while ago and you offered to help. Well I wondered how people cope and carry on when someone dies. It’s been two weeks now and I’m struggling so much and I’m so angry that he has left me. Nursing him for 20 years was a privilege but what do i do now? He got the death he chose and didn’t suffer but we are suffering and it’s so hard x