I was told it was my last Christmas

‘We thought we had a long future ahead of us’

Perched on the edge of the hospital bed, I studied the consultant’s eyes, trying to predict what she was poised to tell me. ‘I’m so sorry, Sharon, but I’d estimate about six  months,’ she said.

I felt my body deflate as I crumpled to the floor. A nurse wrapped me in her arms and helped me back onto the bed, trying to find the right words to reassure me. But how could I be reassured at this point?

It was December 2015, and the doctors had just told me there was nothing more they could do. The chemotherapy