He had no quality of life, but was this really the answer? When I met Andrew, then 16, in 1967, I knew he was The One.
I was 18, and we were introduced through friends at church.
Andrew was intelligent, friendly, funny and had an infectious thirst for life.
Over the years, we travelled the world. Africa, Hong Kong, Europe…
In October 1974, we tied the knot.
And six years later, we had our son. We had the perfect family life.
But, in March 1992, we were thrown a curveball.
Andrew, then 40, went away for a few days on a coastal walk.
He did it every year. Only, this time, he came home early, complaining of a sore foot.
Days on, he developed pins and needles. Then, dramatically, he…