Claire Sanderson

There’s a date that will forever be etched into my memory. It was 19th March last year - Mother’s Day - when my children woke me up with homemade cards, chocolates and flowers. So far, so normal. But it wasn’t long before I began to feel...odd. By the time my children presented me with a lovingly-made breakfast, I couldn’t bring myself to eat it. Hours later, I was vomiting - and unable to keep down water, I retreated back to bed to sleep off what I assumed was gastric flu. The following morning…