The Old Bordenian Association

A moving guest post from Philip White – 1983-1987

It’s 1990 and a warm June day in Canterbury. My first daughter’s just been born and I’m as proud a father as anyone can be and I settle back in a chair in the delivery room with Sarah in my arms telling her how great life’s going to be.

Wind forward to November 1996. We’ve moved to Bristol but I’m working in Cambridge, staying there during the week and driving home for the weekends. Sarah’s been unwell for a few weeks with a bad chest. She’s been to the doctor every week for the past 7 weeks and he thinks she has asthma. As she’s still going to school every day (she loved school so much!!) he insisted it couldn’t be anything serious.

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