01/10/2026
This time last year, the four of us were getting ready to head to Nepal.
Everest Base Camp had gone from a wild idea to something very real.
Months of training, fundraising and preparation had got us to this point. The bags were nearly packed and we were about to find out exactly what we’d signed ourselves up for.
But looking back a year later, what stands out most is who I got to do it with.
Steve, Kez and Daryn.
You didn’t have to say yes, but you did.
You trained with me, fundraised with me, walked with me, laughed with me and kept me going when things got tough.
And you did all of it for Noah. Together we carried his name, alongside the names of so many other children lost to and affected by mitochondrial disease, halfway around the world to the base of the world’s tallest mountain.
I’ll never be able to properly articulate what that meant to me.
Those couple of weeks will stay with me for the rest of my life. Not just because we made it to Everest Base Camp, but because I got to do it with three great friends who were willing to face adversity alongside me, in memory of our special little boy and all the other children affected by these devastating diseases.
I’ll never forget that.
The extinction of Mito, one stomp at a time.
