Slumping on the sofa, my sister, Leanne Wainwright, sighed with exhaustion.
‘I'm so tired,’ she groaned.
It was November 2021, and she had a week off from work as clerical assistant in the eye department of Royal Hallamshire Hospital.
‘I'm going to sit here and watch Christmas films every day,’ Leanne, 39, said.
I frowned.
Christmas was Leanne's favourite time of year.
She had more festive jumpers than normal ones.
Even her little Shih Tzu, Peanut, aged 4, had one!
Leanne was a social butterfly, and as the season got into swing she was usually out, mulled wine in hand.
Yet, she hadn't been well for 20 months now.
In April 2020, she'd taken ill at work and had difficulty breathing.
The GP said it was COVID-19, she was signed…