‘Mum, I am worried you’re going to die’
It was Christmas 1999, and in the midst of the vicious round of chemotherapy my mother was undergoing, my parents took my sister and I to a ski resort.
If my mum was surprised at the question her five-year-old daughter had asked, she didn’t show it.
She’d taken ill two days earlier, soon after we arrived, and had been rushed to a doctor nearby. When she returned the following night, it had dawned on me, for the first time in my...


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