Looking at my little boy running around the kitchen, my heart filled with worry.
‘Watch you don’t bump yourself,’ I said.
Along with the normal worries that came with being a mum to my Oliver, now 12, I had to be extra careful.
At just three months old, he had been diagnosed with Glanzmann Thrombasthenia – a rare, inherited blood clotting disorder.
‘At the moment, we’re uncertain how it will affect his future,’ doctors explained. ‘But he may not be able to do things that other kids can.’
At first, I blamed myself – I had been unknowingly carrying the gene that was going to bring pain to my boy.
‘It’s not anyone’s fault,’ my husband Chris, now 42, soothed. ‘Oliver will be OK.’
But I was simply left with a million questions.
What does it mean?
Will he be able to live a normal life?
Could he die?
The doctors explained that his disorder meant he could suffer from
