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

I’d vowed to stop at nothing to help my husband but as the devastating news kept coming, time was running out.

Lydia Williams, 44, lives with her husband Chris, 50, and their two children, Amelie, 14, and Arlo, 11. Every day, Amelie would come bursting through the front door, full of energy. Her life was a bus

As my baby bump was blooming, something else was getting bigger, too

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

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.