My daughter was a fighter UNTIL THE END

Hooked to an oxygen machine, I’d never been so frightened. It was 2016 and this was my third hospital admission in the past six months. In my early 50s, my health was in tatters following two heart attacks years earlier and now I was running out of time. I was terrified of the end. But as monitors bleeped around me, a voice popped into my head. ‘Life’s for living, Mum. You only get one shot at it, remember?’ It was what my daughter Sam had told me so often and I could see her beaming smile now, full of positivity. Remembering her courage gave me the strength