Picking up a pair of rugby boots, my little boy’s eyes lit up.
‘Can I have them, Mum?’ Luke, then 7, asked.
It was September 2019, and my little lad was rugby mad.
His dad Adam, then 44, was a coach at our local club, Skipton RFC, and along with his big brother Harry, 10, Luke played rugby every week.
‘Let’s see if Santa brings them,’ I told Luke, mentally adding them to my Christmas shopping list, along with Lego, dinosaurs and fossil sets.
Luke couldn’t wait, so we picked up the boots that day.
But as Christmas approached, on 12 December 2019, Luke started complaining of a sore leg.
He seemed sluggish, not himself.
Deciding not to take him to school, I kept a close eye on him.
‘You’ll…
