Mark Bunting, 46, Hull
Stuffing the McDonald’s bag and the bananas under my jacket, I made my way up to the hospital ward.
‘Anything for Mum,’ I whispered to my wife Gemma, 31, hiding the grub from the nurses.
It was March this year and my mum Eileen, 64, had been in Hull Royal Infirmary for two weeks. She had kidney problems and had just had a stent fitted.
She was fed-up with hospital food, so I’d promised her a treat.
‘Thanks, son,’ Mum grinned as I sneaked the chips and burger to her.
Not a day had gone by that Gemma and I hadn’t visited.
The eldest of five boys, I doted on Mum. She’d had her hands full, bringing up me and my brothers.
My dad Philip, 67,…
