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

Dear Michael, I n a job like yours, ...

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

Our lives, your lives... that’s life!

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

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