Dear Louis and Ella,
Hearing those terrifying words, my first thoughts were for you.
‘Breast cancer,’ the doctor said.
It was March 2014 and, aged 36, I knew I had to fight.
Louis, you were 12, Ella, 10, and you needed your mum.
Your bravery when me and your dad Paul, then 40, broke the news stopped me crumbling.
And, as I battled a double mastectomy and chemo, you’d make me cups of tea. So sweet!
With your dad by my side, too, I fought really hard.
By January 2016, I was in remission.
So, after 18 years together, your dad and I decided to get married – you were so excited!
I couldn’t wait to see you in your bridesmaid dress, Ella. And Louis, I knew that you’d look…