As I laid my tiny triplets on the living room carpet, they all snuffled contentedly. I drank in their silky-smooth faces, their tiny hands poking out of their babygros. Then, I looked up to see my little girl, Amaala, now two, cuddling into my husband, Satty.
My family…
Before I knew it, I was sobbing uncontrollably. ‘What’s wrong?’ Satty, now 42, asked, concerned. ‘I can’t believe we’re all here, under the same roof,’ I croaked, through my tears.
Our road to parenthood had been a tough one and even now, I have to pinch myself at how lucky we are to have four happy, healthy children.
It started in August 2013, when I was diagnosed with aggressive breast cancer, aged 33. My whole future was suddenly uncertain.
And doctors dealt…
