On the eve of my son’s first birthday, I should be baking a cake. I should be laying out his outfit for his big day and I should be wrapping his present and writing in his card. I should be reflecting on all his firsts for the year and I should be scrolling through my phone ...
"You have at best between one and three months to live". I accompanied Dad to all of his oncology appointments to keep across the progress of his cancer and we had hoped this routine appointment would be exactly that. Two days earlier, I found out I was five weeks pregnant. Finding out your Dad is dying, and you're ...
