Working my way through black bags of donated clothing, I hung the pre-loved items up.
‘Thank you for coming to help,’ my mum Sheila said.
With my mum working at our local British Heart Foundation charity shop as an assistant manager, over 13 years ago, she needed me to volunteer, supporting customers who were searching for a bargain.
Only, I didn’t realise that offering my time would become a personal affair.
In mid-2020, notifications from my Fitbit would pop up constantly – low heart rate.
Not thinking too much of it, as I felt completely fine in myself, I ignored the messages, thinking it was a mistake.
Yet, months later, the same message would occur again.
So, I went to see my GP.
Having an ECG, I was then diagnosed…