Dad was left unrecognizable after losing his lips and four limbs to flesh-eating bacteria – This is what he looks like today

The life story of Alex Lewis is like no other. This man refused to give up on his life no matter what it took, and today, he’s thriving with the help of his loving wife Lucy Townsend, and their son.

Alex and Lucy always knew they were meant for each other. When they married and welcomed their son Sam into their life, they felt like the happiest couple on Earth. But then in 2013, around the time Sam turned two, this family’s life took a different turn.

Both Alex and Sam caught the flu, or at least they believed so. However, as the boy got better in a short period of time, Alex wasn’t feeling fine even days after he experienced the flu-like symptoms.

“Because we owned and lived in a pub and came into contact with lots of different people, I assumed it was a seasonal cold and thought it started off as man flu,” Alex told Metro.

Instead of improving, his condition worsened and he became feverish and noticed blood in his urine.
As he could feel something was very wrong, he went to the hospital where doctors told him he contracted a streptococcal infection (type A). Unfortunately, at that point, the infection penetrated deep into the tissue and the organs and caused sepsis. Alex had contracted shock syndrome, septicemia, and necrotizing fascitis – and his body was attacking itself from the inside out.

“I called an ambulance, and within eight minutes, they were there. At the hospital, we went straight into resuscitation, and I was told to say goodbye. His kidneys were shutting down, and they were going to put him on life support,” his wife Lucy told The Guardian.

Doctors’ prognoses were dull. They told the family there was just a three percent chance that Alex would survive as his face and body turned black.

“They were going to turn my life support off, but they wanted to give me one more night to see if I improved, and they wanted to give my family a chance to say goodbye,” Alex told Metro.

“I cannot imagine what Lucy and my mum were going through.

“Having spoken to them since it happened, I think they were more in shock as they couldn’t believe something so incredibly invasive was happening so quickly,” he added.

“I don’t remember being in excruciating pain at this point, but my family remembers seeing me in absolute agony.”

It was determined that a flesh-eating bacteria was poisoning his body so doctors had to amputate his left arm up to the elbow. Sadly, as months passed by, Alex lost all of his limbs, and doctors were also forced to cut parts of his face in order to save his life.

“I can remember seeing my legs in hospital and how they were getting blacker and blacker,” Alex told The Guardian. “The blackness was creeping up towards my waist. I don’t remember seeing my left arm in that condition, but I can remember my legs vividly.”

As Alex lost his lips, plastic surgeon Alexandra Crick took skin from his shoulder in an attempt to fix his mouth.
“It would take me about an hour to eat a sandwich at night, and that was with the help of the nurse,” he told the Daily Mail.

“The last available skin for surgery was on my shoulder,” he explained. “So they replaced the temporary flap with that. All my other skin had to be used for grafts or was scarred.”

“Having my bottom and top lip done at the same time like this was a world first. It’s one piece of skin, and it was like if you imagine placing a bag in your mouth and then sewing around the edges. After the original operation, I had to have them every three or four months.”

Looking at his father, and how different he was, Sam was afraid to approach closer to him, but Lucy found a way to explain to him why his dad looked like that, which wasn’t easy as Sam was just two years old at the time.

After spending months at the hospital Alex could finally go home. The good thing was that doctors managed to save the elbow of his right arm which allowed him to have a prosthetic and be able to use his arm. Eventually, he could speak again as his lip surgery was a huge success.

“That one elbow is his whole independence,” Lucy said.

“I had to relearn everything,” Alex added. “From learning to eat, drink, put my clothes on, to learn to use a prosthesis, and to self propel a manual wheelchair.”

Today, Alex is involved in a number of tech projects which help ease the lives of disabled people. Among the rest, he has tested solar-powered, battery-assisted four-wheeled handles which have been designed by masters students at Southampton University.

Despite his condition, he’s living a quality life and is doing a lot of things, such as kayaking and climbing. In 2019, he climbed one of Africa’s tallest mountains using a specially adapted buggy.

“Since becoming an amputee, I’ve been fortunate enough to try out a number of training methods to keep my fitness up, working with physios and visiting the Help for Heroes training facilities,” he shared with Sports Management.

“I’ve had first-rate guidance, but nothing has been as effective as EMS training, especially in such a short space of time.

“It’s amazing how the machine helps me to engage muscles I haven’t felt since I lost my arms and legs,” he added.

“I feel stronger in training, daily life tasks are easier, and I’ve gained greater confidence that I can take on these challenges.”

His Wild Wheelchairs Project, besides helping improve the lives of disabled people, raises money to finance the construction and operation of a wheelchair manufacturing facility in Ethiopia.

Alex is also a motivational speaker who is happy with his life.
“I’ve lived more of a life in the past four years than I did in the previous 33, and it’s made me realize how much I love Lucy and Sam,” he told Metro.

“There was so much I regretted not doing when I had arms and legs, but I am not letting that happen again. I would not change anything, not in a heartbeat.”

Sam also learned to love his dad for who he is and is proud of him.

We truly admire this brave man’s resilience. His story is proof that no matter the curveballs life throws at us, we should always do our best to end up winners.

My Sweet Old Neighbor Invited Me for Christmas Dinner – The Next Morning, I Called My Lawyer

I had been determined to climb up the corporate ladder all the way to the top since I started working and at age 35, I was almost there. But a chance conversation with someone important made me realize something that led me to call my lawyer as soon as possible!

I moved to the city nearly a year ago, chasing a career dream that had consumed the better part of my early 30s. The promotion felt like a pinnacle achievement, a stepping stone to becoming the president of the company’s regional branch. But it came with a cost I wasn’t entirely prepared for and nearly took more than I was willing to give.

An serious businesswoman | Source: Midjourney

An serious businesswoman | Source: Midjourney

Mark, my husband, and Alex, our six-year-old son, stayed behind in our quiet, small hometown. My husband supported me, encouraging me to seize this opportunity as I fought to become the president of my company’s branch.

But every phone call with my husband and child reminded me of the ache I carried every day. I had vowed that our separation would only last for two years, and then we’d be inseparable forever after that.

A man and his son | Source: Midjourney

A man and his son | Source: Midjourney

The holidays were the worst times of the year. This year, Alex had begged me to come home for Christmas, his small voice trembling through the receiver.

“Mom, I miss you. Can’t you come back, just for one day?”

“I wish I could, buddy,” I said, forcing a brightness into my tone. “But I’ve got so much work. We’ll celebrate big when I visit next month, okay?”

“Okay,” he whispered, but his and his father’s disappointment hit me like a punch in the chest, and I couldn’t help but feel guilty as I ended the call, declaring my love to them.

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A sad child | Source: Midjourney

After we hung up, I stared at my empty apartment, feeling the isolation settle into my bones. The cold city air seemed to seep into every corner of my life. My apartment, though modern and sleek, felt more like a gilded cage with every passing day.

If not for Eleanor, my elderly neighbor, I might’ve sunk entirely into that loneliness. Eleanor was in her seventies, always cheerful and kind. She’d often leave small treats, homemade cookies or muffins, outside my door with handwritten notes that brightened my otherwise cold days.

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A cheerful older woman | Source: Midjourney

Her smile alone had the capability of lifting my spirits immediately, and I leaned on the comfort she gave me. We’d chat briefly when we crossed paths in the hall, her warmth like a flicker of sunlight on dreary mornings.

She was a quiet constant in my life, a reminder that kindness could bridge even the most impersonal of cities. Eleanor wasn’t just thoughtful; she had an uncanny way of knowing exactly when to step in, and this year was no different.

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An older woman talking to her neighbor | Source: Midjourney

That Christmas Eve, my lovely neighbor knocked on my door, holding a small plate of peppermint bark.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart!” she said, her smile as radiant as ever. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

I hesitated, embarrassed to admit I didn’t. “Not really,” I admitted. “Just some work to catch up on.”

Eleanor’s eyes softened.

“Work can wait, dear. Why don’t you come and have dinner with me? It’s just me and a turkey too big for one person. I’d love the company.”

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An older woman talking to her neighbor | Source: Midjourney

Her invitation caught me off guard. I could’ve said no, buried myself in emails and spreadsheets, but something about her sincerity tugged at me. “I’d love to,” I replied, and she clapped her hands with delight.

The next evening, I knocked on Eleanor’s door. She ushered me inside with a warmth that instantly put me at ease. Her home was pure holiday magic, cozy and festive, filled with the scent of pine, roasted chestnuts, and cinnamon. A roaring fire crackled in the hearth, and the dining table gleamed with red-and-gold decorations.

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An apartment decorated for Christmas | Source: Midjourney

A small Christmas tree stood in the corner, its lights twinkling like stars against the dark window. Eleanor’s eyes sparkled as she set the table for our feast.

“You’re just in time!” she said, bustling into the kitchen. “The turkey is ready to make its debut!”

While she worked, I wandered into her living room. My eyes were drawn to a collection of framed photographs on a shelf and some keepsakes. I was completely shocked as I perused the images!

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A surprised woman looking at photos | Source: Midjourney

The Eleanor in these pictures was unrecognizable. She was young, poised, and stunningly glamorous! She stood on the cover of magazines, her name emblazoned in bold letters: Eleanor Grayson, the supermodel sensation of the 1960s.

“Eleanor?” I called as she re-entered, balancing a platter with a perfectly roasted turkey.

She followed my gaze, her expression softening with nostalgia.

“Ah,” she said, setting the turkey down. “You’ve found my little secret.”

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An older woman holding a turkey | Source: Midjourney

“You were a supermodel?” I asked, still trying to reconcile the elegant woman in the photographs with the gentle neighbor I’d grown to know.

She chuckled, sitting beside me. “I was. A lifetime ago.”

Dinner was ready, but the photos seemed to unlock a floodgate. Over plates of perfectly seasoned turkey and cranberry sauce, Eleanor began to share her story, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and regret.

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A serious older woman | Source: Midjourney

She’d grown up in a small town, just like me, but her beauty and determination had catapulted her into the glamorous world of high fashion. She moved to the city in her early twenties, leaving behind her husband, Robert, who couldn’t join her due to his work.

“We promised each other it would only be for a little while,” she said, her eyes glistening. “But life has a way of pulling you in, doesn’t it? There was always one more shoot, one more event, one more opportunity.”

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An older woman at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney

She described the highs of her career, runways in Paris, photoshoots in exotic locations, and the exhilaration of being in the spotlight! But then her voice softened when she said this…

“Robert begged me to come home,” she admitted. “But I kept putting it off. Told myself it was for us. That I’d make it up to him later.”

My mouth went dry as I noticed the similarities between our life stories. I realized that everything I thought I understood about my life was a lie.

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A surprised woman | Source: Midjourney

I noticed how her hands trembled slightly as she lifted her glass of water. She hesitated, then continued.

“When I finally decided to go back, it was too late. Robert had passed away, succumbing to a terminal illness he’d hidden from me to avoid being a burden. He didn’t want to ruin my career,” Eleanor whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks.

“He loved me that much. But I didn’t deserve it.”

A heavy silence hung between us as we contemplated her last words…

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A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney

My chest tightened as her words struck a chord deep within me.

“I never had children,” she continued. “I thought there would be time. But some things you can’t get back.”

Her story unraveled my carefully constructed justifications for my own choices. Was I heading down the same path? Trading precious moments with my family for a career I’d convinced myself was worth the sacrifice?

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A happy man and his son | Source: Midjourney

Eleanor reached across the table and squeezed my hand.

“You remind me of myself, you know,” she said, her voice tinged with a wistful sadness. “Driven, ambitious, capable of so much. But time, sweetheart, time is the one thing we can’t make more of.”

Little did I know that the next morning, I would be calling my lawyer…

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An older woman talking | Source: Midjourney

That night, I lay awake, my neighbor’s words playing on a loop in my mind. Images of Mark and Alex filled my thoughts. I could clearly see my husband’s patient smile and our son’s small hand gripping mine.

My chest ached with a longing I’d buried for months. By morning, I was still struggling with my decision and I knew I had to call my husband to talk it through. Mark was super supportive and even mentioned that a friend of his was looking for someone with my experience.

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

He hadn’t mentioned it before because he didn’t want to influence my decision as I seemed happy with staying in the city. They were offering double my salary in a senior position! Mark advised that I weigh the pros and cons of both jobs and whatever I decided, “Alex and I will be here.”

After mulling everything over, I called my lawyer, determined to make things right, although I knew my boss would try to convince me otherwise.

“I need to terminate my contract,” I said, my voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling beneath. “Effective immediately.”

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A woman on a phone | Source: Midjourney

The legal process was a whirlwind. My boss, predictably, wasn’t pleased. But I felt a weight lift with every step I took to untangle myself from the commitments that had kept me away from my family.

Within days, I was on a flight home! My heart raced as I stepped into the arrivals terminal, scanning the crowd until I saw them, Mark, holding Alex’s hand, both of them beaming! I dropped my bags and ran to them, scooping Alex into my arms as tears streamed down my face!

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An woman at the airport | Source: Midjourney

“Mom!” Alex cried, hugging me tightly. “You’re home!”

“I am, baby,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “And I’m not going anywhere!”

Mark wrapped his arms around us, his warmth anchoring me in a way I hadn’t felt in months.

“Welcome home, babe,” he said, his voice full of emotion.

At that moment, surrounded by my family, I understood the truth in Eleanor’s words. Careers can be rebuilt. Success can be redefined. But love, real, unshakable love, is a gift that can’t be replaced. And I wasn’t willing to lose it.

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A happy family | Source: Midjourney

Sadly, this isn’t the only story where a lawyer had to get involved. In the following story, Demi’s lawyer jumps in to save her when the legal professional discovers something suspicious about the woman’s husband and mother-in-law.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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