Driving to the Royal Victoria Infirmary hospital in Newcastle, I was in floods of tears.
‘Everything will work out,’ my husband, Paul, reassured me.
It was November 2022 and at 42, I felt fit and healthy. I’d watched my diet over the years and lived an active lifestyle, running around after my two boys Lucas, now 13, and Leo, 10. But something wasn’t right, my body wasn’t working like it used to.
When we sat down in the specialist’s office, my consultant, Dr Williams, cut to the chase, ‘I’m sorry to say you have motor neurone disease.’
My mind went straight to my kids – what would they do? How much time did I have left?
I’d first noticed something was amiss about 18 months earlier. My speech had started…
