This much I know: Margaret E Ward, Journalist and Broadcaster
Growing up, I was athletic, talkative and opinionated. For years, I was this tiny only-child. I had to learn how to fight my own battles, how to defend myself, how to have a sharp tongue, how to run fast and be better. When my brother was born, it was the happiest day of my life.
I’m a survivor and a coper. I had it really tough, really young. My mother died from lung cancer when I was 17. My parents had just divorced. I’d been minding my mother and eight-year-old brother, so I had to be an adult from a very young age.

