Melanie Sutherland, 29, Fishcross, Clackmannanshire
As my husband, Ryan, 30, lay sprawled on the sofa, I fetched him some water.
It was 17 November 2015, and Ryan was milking his illness.
Usually active, always playing with our daughters Lacey, 4, and Isla, 1, he’d been laid up all week, complaining of a sore throat.
‘Maybe I’ve got tonsillitis,’ he groaned.
‘More like man flu!’
I teased.
But, just to be on the safe side, I took him to the doctor.
The GP diagnosed a virus and said it should pass in a few days.
Ryan was knocked off his feet, so I indulged him playing the patient.
‘He’ll be over it soon,’ I said to myself.
But, instead, he got worse.
He had a high fever, kept vomiting and could…