Lying weakly on my sofa, trying to smile through my pain, I watched as my wonderful family created Christmas around me. I was in agony from head to toe following a stem cell transplant that doctors hoped would save my life, but I was determined that I wouldn’t ruin the day – one that had always been my favourite celebration.
So, cuddling our dog, Lola, a toy poodle, I listened to my grown-up kids in full flow in the kitchen. There was the eldest, Jordyn, 28, in charge of the main course, her sister, Jade, 23, on desserts, my mother-in-law, Irene, bringing me hot-water bottles, while my fiancé, Jim, played the banjo for Sonny, our 10-year-old boy. All five children in our blended family, including my son, Adam, 22, and…
