‘I felt sick. Itcouldn’t bereal’ As soon as my son, Fin, could walk, he was chasing after a football, and, by nine, he was the youngest on the rugby pitch. Come rain or shine, he’d try anything, from fishing to karate.
He was desperate to get his black belt and scraped knees or the sniffles never stopped him – he was happiest when he was running around. So that’s why, in May 2014, when Fin was 10, and told me his head was hurting, and he wanted to lie on the sofa instead of go outside, I knew he must be in serious pain.
Leaving my husband, Wayne, to look after our other children, Kenzie, then nine, and Tegan, four, I took Fin to the doctor.
‘It’s just a virus,’…