Jovita Jones, 57, from Abergavenny
Getting ready for work, I picked a pair of scrubs out of the wardrobe.
Topping up my lipstick, I pouted my lips together and hurried downstairs.
‘Have a good day at school,’ I shouted to my daughter, Lisa, now 26, and son, Adrian, now 23, as I heard the front door slam.
My husband, Neil, 58, rolled his eyes whilst taking another bite of his toast.
This was a pretty normal morning routine for us.
Getting into work at the radiology department, I had a busy day ahead.
It was September 2010, and I had just come back from annual leave.
After lots of appointments in the morning, I headed to the staff room for my coffee break at 11am.
Sitting on the chair next…