By the time you read this post, I will have packed a suitcase, boarded a fast train to London and relocated the few things that Dominic and I can survive with into a room somewhere in the heart of Great Ormond Street hospital. I have been preparing to separate myself from my family and hand Dominic's future over to someone else for a couple of months, ever since Dominic's pains first started, but it doesn't stop my heart beating faster and the tell tale beads of sweat appearing on my forehead whenever I actually let myself think about what the ...