The survival rate is 90%. I hoped I’d be one of the lucky ones I was tired, aching all over, with a really croaky voice. ‘You sound like Rod Stewart!’ my husband Matt, then 44, joked in April last year.
Rolling my eyes, I ignored him, assuming I was run-down from working too hard. 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, relatively young, fit and healthy, I didn’t think much of it.
Only, as the weeks passed, my throat became more gravelly and deeper. I was finding it hard to swallow at times, too, and the tiredness and aching…
