Kim Smith, 61, Milton Keynes
Groggily, I adjusted my eyes and registered three figures sitting beside me.
Where was I?
I peered at the three shapes - my husband Steve, then 59, and my daughters Gemma, 29, and Becki, 27.
Looking closer, I could see that their faces were drawn and tear stained. ‘It's so good to see you wake up,’ said Becki, tears spilling from her eyes again.
Shocked, I listened as they told me what had happened.
In November 2017, Steve and I had gone for a sunny break in Alicante.
But I'd become poorly, and a doctor had diagnosed a kidney infection.
That night, I'd woken up with ice-cold hands