My daughter Eleanor Rose, then 7, stared at the screen and gasped.
‘Is that my heart?’ she said, wide-eyed.
‘Yes, and can you hear that?’ asked the doctor, turning on the speaker.
Eleanor’s heart beat filled the room.
‘Wow,’ she beamed.
It was summer 2011 and I’d taken her to The James Cook Hospital in Middlesbrough for her annual heart checkup, along with her brother George, then 4.
Tests had confirmed all was well.
It was a huge relief, as I’d been born with a serious heart condition, hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
It caused my heart muscles to thicken, making it harder to pump blood.
I’d had surgery when I was 11, to remove blockages in my arteries.
Thankfully, although Ellie Rose and George had inherited the abnormal gene they weren’t showing…