My son died THREE TIMES
Sep 08, 2020
4 minutes
WORDS: ANNA MATHESON
Watching doctors trying to resuscitate my son, I sobbed in horror. ‘What’s going on?’ I asked a nurse helplessly. ‘I can’t see.’
‘I nodded, too scared to ask about his prognosis’
I’d lost sight of Lewis, four, through the throng of medical staff round his bed, and panic was overwhelming me. The nurse tried to calm me down, but, moments later, a doctor appeared and asked me to phone my family. ‘You need to all say goodbye,’ he said.
I dropped to my knees, crying hysterically. The moment I’d feared since Lewis was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukaemia (ALL), just three weeks earlier, had arrived. I was going to lose my boy.
It was 2018, and Lewis had
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