7.05pm. This time last week I had just arrived at my bosses 60th birthday party. I'd left my beautiful girls aged 3 and 8 months in the care of their Nana and, other than recovering from flu and feeling grotty, life was good.
Late that night the phone call came from the hospital 'you need to come into hospital now following your blood tests today.' But I was just a bit anaemic, right?
Fast forward a week and here I am, acute myeloid leukaemia patient. Day 3 of chemo. I've seen my girls once in a week and it breaks my heart but I have to get better for them, my insopiration. Xxx