“We think that Hugh has cancer.”
It only takes a few words spoken in a hospital side room, and the life you once knew disappears.
Whatever mattered that morning becomes irrelevant. Whatever your plans were, gone. You have only one thought: please let my child live.
But outside that room, outside those hospital walls, nothing stops. Your mortgage payment is still due. Your employer still needs to know whether you are coming in. Your other child still needs collecting from school.
You are expected to manage all of it while trying to understand whether your son or daughter will survive. I know, because this was our life.
Our son, Hugh, was diagnosed with a rare cancer in October 2020. He sadly died on 18th September 2021, aged six.
Ceri and his son, Hu... 
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