Grief is unpredictable. There I was in May, getting ready for a Kylie concert – my eyeliner had gone on perfectly and my mind was racing. Would my hair go flat after an hour on the Tube? Would the kid

Brett’s fiancée had been by his side through a devastating diagnosis. Then a cruel twist of fate turned the tables…

TOMORROW never came…

While my hero was losing his fight, I had a battle of my own

Sitting beside the hospital bed where my 15-year-old daughter Leoni lay, I clutched her hand. ‘It’s cancer,’ I said, fighting back tears. Seeing her bewildered face staring back at me, my heart broke.

Dear Mum, A s my head popped out ...