Looking at my little boy checking out his reflection in the mirror, my heart swelled.
With his freshly-shaven hair, Logan, then seven, looked so grow up.
Next on our list of errands for the day was the dentist.
And as he sat in the chair, I stroked the back of his head and paused.
Stroking it again, there was no mistaking it.
I felt a firm lump under his skin – just above his neck.
Calling my mum Joyce, now 80, over, who had come with us, she felt it, too.
‘You need to get that checked,’ she said quickly.
Having had a rare form of cancer called adenoid cystic carcinoma (ACC) back in 2006 herself – if she thought something wasn’t right, I was going to believe her.
Not wanting to worry Logan, I kept quiet.
‘I noticed a lump on Logan’s head earlier,’ I
