In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.’ Those were the vows I exchanged with my husband Martin* back in 1991. Young and in love, we both meant every word. A scenario where either one of us would break those promises seemed impossible.
‘Too upset to speak, we continued to clutch hands’
Martin and I met in our 20s and like most young couples, we had a fun, exciting relationship. Even after we married and had our two children we made time for each other and were as in love as ever. I always did my best to support him, travelling the world with the kids in tow for his work.
Then in December 2015, aged 44,
