Snuggling down under the covers, I relished having the whole bed to myself.
My husband Nathaniel, 35, was away for the weekend, and I spread myself out as I sipped my cuppa and swiped through my phone.
I could already feel myself unwinding after a long day with my two kids, Jay, then 11, and Ruby, then nine. I was also training to be a nurse.
But as I scrolled through Cosmopolitan magazine online, an article drew my eye.
It completely stopped me in my tracks.
I could hardly believe what I was reading.
For years, I’d had a strange brown mark down the middle my right thumb nail.
I’d never thought much of it and it had never bothered me.
But there was a picture in the article of…
