Turning off the alarm, I felt a familiar ache.
‘Not again,’ I mumbled.
It was April 2020, and I’d recently started to get an agonising pain in my back.
I told myself it was nothing but as the days passed, the pain wouldn’t shift.
My four kids – Caitlan, then 17, Byron, 12, Chardanai, 10, and Lilly, 6 – did what they could to look after me.
But I felt dreadful.
I’d started vomiting, couldn’t keep any food down.
Looking in the mirror, I didn’t recognise myself I’d lost so much weight.
As a single mum, being ill was never easy. But my family rallied around to help.
My niece Chelsea, 22, came round to cook the kids’ tea while I laid in bed.
“You really should go to hospital,’…