When I walk up the aisle on my wedding day in just a few weeks’ time, I’ll be holding my wee boy Zeke by the hand. He’s only three but he’ll be the most important guest there when I marry his father, the love of my life, in a Scottish castle.
I know it’ll be the happiest of days, but it’ll be tinged with sadness, too. Because while I’m busy organising my dream wedding, I’m also planning my funeral service after being diagnosed with terminal cancer.
Everything had been going so well for me until I found out I had breast cancer 18 months ago. I’d been best friends with Idrees for years until our friendship developed into something deeper.
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