A young mother stands at the edge of Kurfurstendamm, a gateway to a city left scarred by war. Holding a small bag of shopping, she wants to return home to her children.
This photograph may have faded in the 35 years it has sat on my parents’ mantelpiece, but it’s still a poignant reminder of the devastation blood cancer can cause. It was taken at my fourth birthday party. I’m on the left, my cousin Adrian is in the middle, and Alison is on the right. It’s the last surviving picture of the three of us together.