Stand by me
Pottering around the kitchen, it was another busy day in our house.
As I got to work on a few chores, my daughter Daisy, then 12, was dancing around the island, listening to Ed Sheeran’s, Castle on the Hill.
It was her favourite song, so we all had to listen to it on repeat.
Along with Daisy, I had my son Evan, then 10, and little Zak, then four, who I’d had with my husband Leighton, now 55.
Although Leighton was Daisy and Evan’s stepdad, he was amazing with them and particularly enjoyed watching Daisy prance around the kitchen.
We had a wonderful life, but in July 2015, everything changed.
After complaining of leg spasms, Daisy was taken down for an X-ray.
‘We need you to bring her back in for an MRI,’ the doctor told me down the phone. ‘We’ve found
