I was tired, aching all over, with a really croaky voice.
‘You sound like Rod Stewart!’ my husband Matt, 44, said.
Rolling my eyes, I ignored him, assuming I was run-down.
After all, I’d a full-time job in recruitment for a care company.
Plus, I looked after our kids, Joe, 17, and Eloise, 13, and held down a part-time job in a football club, too.
Life was busy!
But I was relatively young, fit and healthy, so I didn’t think much of it.
Only, as the weeks passed, my voice became even more gravelly.
I was finding it hard to swallow at times, too, and the tiredness and aching were becoming unmanageable.
So I visited my GP, who did blood tests, felt my neck, and referred me for an ultrasound.…
