Placing a toy thermometer in my mouth, my daughter Ava grinned. ‘Open wide!’ she said. Next to her, my youngest, Belle, held out a stethoscope, ready to listen to my heartbeat.
It was a Sunday morning in February 2015, and Ava, six, and Belle, three, were playing their favourite game, doctors, while my husband, Damian, made breakfast. How could we have known how closely their game would mirror reality…
Just a month later, I was running around trying to get the girls ready for school and nursery, before heading to my finance job.
As I sat doing Belle’s laces and chatting about the day ahead, she gave me a strange look. ‘What are you saying, Mummy?’ she asked. Ava, also looking puzzled, stared at me as though I was speaking…
