THE POWER OF LEO

Sitting by my little boy as he lay in a hospital bed, I felt exhausted.

Oscar was just three years old and for the past five months, he’d been fighting for his life.

‘How’s he been doing today?’ my fiancé, Alan, 56, asked over the phone.

‘No change really,’ I said, feeling deflated.

By now, Oscar had been in intensive care in Southampton Hospital for five months.

I hoped for progress, but as the weeks went on things weren’t looking good.

‘They’ve tried reducing his meds again,’ I told Alan.

‘But it didn’t go well.’ And as I looked at my little boy, covered in wires and hooked up to machines, I couldn’t believe that this had all stemmed