Watching my husband Gary answer the phone, I saw the colour drain from his cheeks as he listened intently. Without saying a word, he handed the phone to me, and I could see a shimmer of tears in his e

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

At the end of the road I live on in Herne Bay in Kent, there’s a bench. It overlooks the sea and is a place I often go when I want to clear my mind. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve sat the

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

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