Occupying the kids with another fun day out, it was the middle of the school summer holidays in July 2018.
But my son, Robbie, 14, wasn’t feeling himself.
He was moaning about a pain in his leg, but he didn’t let it stop him from running around with his two younger sisters, Tia, 10 and Orla, seven.
‘You’ve probably done it at football,’ I said to Robbie, thinking it was down to another injury on the pitch.
But as the day went on, his pain didn’t seem to go away.
‘Can I have some painkillers Mum?’ Robbie asked, clutching his leg.
‘Is it that bad?’ I said, thinking it was strange that my boy, who almost never complained, was in so much discomfort.
‘It’s pretty bad,’ he replied.
I gave…
