‘No! I’d just felt a bit tired. How could it be cancer?’ ‘Family, friends and strangers shared my plight online’ ‘This is the best job ever!’ I laughed.
At 32, I was a nail technician at a salon owned by my best mate Rebecca, 35, and her sisters Louise, 36, Sammie, 29, and Vicky, 27. We had so many laughs, the days whizzed by.
I could even juggle shifts around my kids - Katia, then 11, and LJ 6.
Life was perfect.
But, gradually, in January 2015, I felt so zapped I could barely stand to cook dinner.
I grew forgetful, too, losing my flow mid-sentence.
‘Must be winter blues,’ I said.
Then, in the March, fingerprint-sized purple blotches started appearing on my torso, arms and legs.
‘You been pinching…
