Crawling into bed, I tried to be quiet.
It was the middle of the night in September 2017, and I’d just spent ages sat on the toilet, frustrated.
I didn’t want to wake my husband, but it was no use.
‘Is everything OK?’ Daniel, 36, mumbled.
‘It’s happened again,’ I said.
Lately, I’d been suffering with stomach cramps.
I’d been finding it hard to use the loo, and now, I’d found blood in the toilet.
‘You need to see a doctor,’ Daniel said, half asleep.
I knew he was right, but, being stubborn, I put it off.
But the bleeding continued, and when I read up about it, I discovered that it could be a sign of bowel cancer.
Alarms bells ringing, I went to see my GP.
‘It’s most…
