COULD THIS NEW TREATMENT SAVE MY LIFE?
‘IT WAS THEN THAT FEAR STARTED TO CREEP IN’
Walking through the front door, I dreaded the moments ahead as my husband John, then 56, and I prepared ourselves for a difficult conversation with our daughter Steph, 21. ‘It’s bad news. I’ve got terminal cancer,’ I said. Steph looked stunned, her mouth open, and her eyes glistening. She gave me a hug, but instead of breaking down, reassured me. ‘It’ll be OK, Mum,’ she said. It was typical of Steph to be so positive, and although the odds were stacked against me, I tried my best to take inspiration from her.
Just two months earlier, in April 2017,
