My eyes fluttered open and, slowly, six blurry faces came into view.
It was 20 May 2013 and my mind raced as I tried to focus.
Only, it was like wading through treacle.
What the heck’s going on? And why are all these people still staring at me?
Looking closer, I recognised my mum Glenda, then 58, and dad John, 63.
Next to them stood two teenagers, a little boy with twinkling blue eyes, and a tall man with a kind smile.
‘How are you feeling, Mum?’ asked the teenage girl, reaching for my hand.
‘Mum’? Oh, my…
It dawned on me that these strangers were my family - the bloke was my husband and those children were all mine!
My mouth gaped, a million questions at the ready.
But,…
