Living an endless NIGHTMARE
Waiting in the hospital ward, I clung tightly to my daughter, Bella-Rose, three, curled up in my lap, and exchanged anxious looks with my partner, Marc, 31, beside me. It was November 2014, and we were waiting for blood-test results as, over the past week, Bella’s health had deteriorated.
She’d seemed happy and healthy 10 days earlier, when we’d celebrated her third birthday. But then she’d caught a cold, her eyes became swollen and her legs hurt. The GP told us not to worry, but when Bella developed a rash, her body covered with red pin pricks, Marc and I had taken her to hospital. Now she was lethargic, in pain and pale.
