WOMAN - UK|March 09, 2020
Every time I look at this photo of my son, Luke, 12, swinging his legs in the air, his face stern with concentration as he balances between two parallel bars, I’m overwhelmed by his strength and determination. Any mum would be proud, but while Luke is modest and shy, I want to shout about his incredible achievements, because for a while we didn’t know if he’d survive to learn to walk, let alone grow up to compete in a national gymnastics competition.
Luke was just six months old when doctors at Great Ormond Street Hospital told my husband Graham, then 31, and I that Luke had stage 1 hepatoblastoma – liver cancer usually affecting children. The word ‘cancer’ sent waves of horror crashing down on me, and Graham and I sobbed as the consultant pointed out the tumour in Luke’s tummy on the X-ray.
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March 09, 2020