Anyone who has watched reality TV shows knows that you don’t get anywhere unless you have a sob story. I have always been relatively lucky and have managed to avoid misfortune. I am married to someone I love, have two great kids, a fulfilling job and I live in Cornwall, a mile or so from my favourite beach. Life was pretty good until my husband started to feel unwell in September 2016. This led to a series of trips to the doctor, lots of tests and head scratching and finally to a diagnosis of Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia on 29 December 2016, aged thirty-six.