Sitting back with a cup of tea, I smiled. ‘Just what I need,’ I said to myself. It was 2013, and after a long day at work as an electrical contractor, I was glad to be home.
Sipping on my hot tea, though, I winced.
‘What’s wrong love?’ my partner Angela, now 52, asked.
‘I’ve got this pain in my mouth,’ I said.
‘I think it may be an ulcer.’
For the past few weeks, I’d had this niggling pain on my tongue – every time I ate or drank anything, it stung for a while afterwards.
I wasn’t too worried, though, knew ulcers usually went away on their own.
And besides, I was perfectly healthy – had never smoked a cigarette in my life.
After a few weeks, though,…
