Go home to die
Sharon-Ann Phillips, 57, Croydon, south London
Looking into the consultant’s eyes, I tried to predict what he was poised to tell me as I perched on the edge of the hospital bed.
Her expression was full of sorrow.
‘I’m so sorry Sharon, but I’d estimate about six months,’ she said.
Just like that, I felt myself crumple to the floor, sobbing hysterically.
A Macmillan nurse wrapped me in her arms and helped me back to my hospital bed.
It was December 2015 and the doctor had just unleashed the worst
