Let me die on my terms

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

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.

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

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

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

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