Looking across at my husband Hughie, 43, who was sitting next to me, I saw the fear in his eyes and knew he could see it in mine too. We were at an oncology appointment. Hughie had been referred for tests after he’d suffered severe pain in his hip. Fit, healthy and a keen runner, for months we’d put it down to a pulled muscle, but now our worst fears were becoming a reality.
‘IT WAS LIKE A CYCLE WE COULDN’T ESCAPE’
‘Hughie has high-grade giant cell-rich osteosarcoma (GCRO),’ the doctor said. Instinctively, I reached a hand out to hold Hughie’s and desperately tried to keep it together. I’d not long found out I was pregnant with our second child, which