Seeing my partner Lisa running round the garden with our kids felt bittersweet. It was usually me playing football with Kian, 12, chasing Asia, 6, or on the trampoline with Summer, 9.
A gym bunny, who always ate healthily, I was never ill. But for the last few weeks, since February 2013, I’d felt grim.
Doctors told me my achy limbs and lack of energy were a viral infection, one even mentioned depression.
I wasn’t depressed. Just frustrated. Instinct told me there was something more. I just wanted to know what.
Over those next months, my weight plummeted. I could barely walk a few steps without feeling totally exhausted.
In April 2013, I took Lisa, 28, to see Bon Jovi at Cardiff City Stadium. But as we drove home that…
