Leaving the hospital, the doctor’s harrowing words echoed in my mind. ‘You probably won’t be able to have a viable pregnancy,’ he’d said.
I’d sadly suffered a miscarriage around four months along, and my husband Bill, 41, and I were devastated.
A year earlier I’d also lost my mother, Cynthia, to cancer, aged 59.
Diagnosed with endometriosis, I wondered whether I’d ever be a mum.
Pushing our heartbreak aside, we kept trying and were delighted when I fell pregnant two years later.
But during my pregnancy I was riddled with
