The infected blood scandal robbed me of the dad – and the life – I should have had

Dad’s haemophilia meant that we couldn’t play football together, run around or wrestle (Picture: Stuart Cantrill)‘Dad’s dying of AIDS.’As soon as Mum uttered these words to me, I ran upstairs, flung open the bathroom door and threw up in the sink.This devastating news came when I was just 15 years old in 1989. Just under seven weeks later, my 48-year-old dad died.But it wasn’t until around a quarter of a century later that I truly realised the extent to which