Walking my dog along the grassy Downs with my daughter Stacey, then eight, I suddenly fell flat on the ground.
‘You OK?’ Stacey laughed.
I was fine, but it wasn’t the first time it had happened.
In fact, I’d been falling over a lot recently!
So, I went to the doctor to get it checked out.
I was soon referred to a neurologist for tests and that’s when I discovered I wasn’t just clumsy after all.
‘You have Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis,’ the doctor informed me.
At the time, I was juggling four jobs, including hairdressing and foster caring, as well as raising Stacey and being there for my two eldest boys, Lee, 36 and Shane, 32.
‘We should get you a T-shirt that says, ‘I’m not clumsy, I have…
