Driving back and forth from doctors appointments, I desperately wanted a diagnosis for my son Jacob, then 1.
It was summer 2011 and he’d recently started showing classic signs of autism.
I was scared, wasn’t sure what to do. That’s when Mum stepped in.
‘Everything will be all right,’ she’d reassure me as we waited to see specialists.
I was thankful to have her by my side, was certain that I’d have crumbled without her.
Especially as my husband Mark, 48, had to work all the time and, as my brother, also Mark, 44, had been diagnosed with a brain tumour.
But despite the chaos in all our lives, Mum never wavered.
She was strong for every single one of us.
But within just a few short years everything in…
