I’m a 55 year old mum of three - all grown up and only one left at home. I have recently finished a diploma in counselling, had completed my qualifying hours (and then some), for a fantastic charity and just had to finish my very looooong dissertation. I was about to launch on the world a brand new private practice, specialising in providing support to autistic adults. I’m married to a wonderful woman, who works in software and despite the pandemic we were getting through and life was good. And then I had a phone call from the hospital about my mammogram… and my world stopped.
