STREET. I PLANNED MY BABY'S FUNERAL - LOOK AT HER NOW

‘SHE is meant to be here,’ I kept sobbing over and over again to the doctor. ‘Please don’t let her die.’ My little girl Freya lay motionless in her hospital bed, and doctors said they didn’t think she would survive. She had been struck down by the killer brain meninigitis and her tiny body was trying to fight it off, but the doctors had said there was nothing more they could do. my little girl had been so bubbly just the day before. Now I was sitting by her bedside planning her funeral. It was too much to bear, I couldn’t take it in. Right from the time she had been in my womb Freya had been such a little fighter. I was being tested for a brain tumour at the time. For the previous 12 months my weight had been yo-yoing, my hair had been failling out in clumps and I’d had persistent headaches. [download copy]