Rachael Stiles, 47, West Kirby, Wirral
Bouncing our one-year-old son Louie on my knee, I looked at my partner and frowned.
Rich, then 28, had dark circles under his eyes, looked shattered.
‘You need to see the doctor,’ I told him.
In November 2002, we were busy with Louie and our wedding was just a month away.
But it wasn’t normal for Rich to be this tired.
Sending him to the GP, they did blood tests, told us we’d hear back soon.
When the call came, it was from our local hospital, Arrowe Park.
‘They want me to come in,’ Rich told me.
Leaving Louie with my parents,
