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NADINE DORRIES: When they told my husband he had four months to live, he wanted to go to Dignitas. But by the end, at home surrounded by love, he was so glad he didn’t…

The evening of February 7, 2019, was like every other in any February: cold, dark and damp. As I drove my husband Paul to hospital to get the results of tests he’d undergone for a troublesome stomach ulcer, we were planning where to book for our family summer holiday — to remind ourselves that sunny days weren’t that far away.

We walked from the car park and through the hospital’s revolving door, still chatting about holidays.

But the smile left my face within just seconds of my husband giving his name to the receptionist.

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