Running my fingers through my hair, I paused as my hands reached my neck.
There was a large, hard lump.
I froze, my fingers hovering on the lump.
What is that? I thought.
Feeling a little freaked out, I ran downstairs to ask my mum, Sarah, 43, for advice.
At 17, I still relied a lot on Mum for support.
‘You probably have nothing to worry about,’ she reassured.
‘But, if you’re feeling anxious about it, it’s worth going to get checked out.’
So, in 2017, I booked in to see my GP and went to my appointment alone.
At the time of my visit, I had dandruff, and blocked ears.
‘Your lymph node looks inflamed, but it will probably go down by itself,’ my GP said.
I was prescribed…
