DAISY’S DREAMS

Pottering around the kitchen, it was another busy day.

As I got to work on a few chores, my daughter Daisy, then 12, was dancing around, listening to Ed Sheeran’s, Castle on the Hill.

It was her favourite song, so we had to listen to it on repeat.

Along with Daisy, I had my son Evan, then 10, and little Zak, then four, who I’d had with my husband Leighton, now 55.

Leighton was Daisy and Evan’s stepdad, but he was amazing with them. We had a wonderful life, but in July 2015, it all changed.

After complaining of leg spasms, Daisy was taken down for an X-ray.

‘We need you to bring her back in for an MRI,’ the doctor told me