In September 2023, my four-year-old son Billy started school. He was excited to be a big boy, make new friends and join the minis team at the local rugby club. His whole future was so incredibly bright. He was so incredibly happy.
Two months later I found myself in a hospital room while a doctor told me that my beautiful little boy had ‘a large mass’ in his brain. He was going to die.
Our world imploded. And the five months Billy had left were heartbreakingly difficult for me and my husband, Jamie.
Billy was happy-go-lucky. He loved superheroes, dinosaurs, rugby, riding his
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