The first cut…
Pottering around the house, I was getting ready to head to work.
It was a Sunday morning in February 2018, and I was on a relief shift at the local children’s home.
‘See you later,’ I called out to my daughter Emma, now 20.
Arriving at the home, I got stuck in.
After a few hours, I noticed a tiny red paper cut on my index finger of my right hand.
As a single mum of two, Emma and her big sister, Kim, now 29, I was more than used to these annoying little cuts.
I had no idea where I got it from, but I put it to the back of my mind.
Only, the next morning when I woke up, I noticed a blue blister surrounding the skin.
That’s odd, I thought. So, later that afternoon, I headed to the pharmacist to get some cream.
I didn’t think it was anything serious, but I just wanted
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