24 HOURS TO LIVE
Lying on my now husband’s sofa, I was in absolute agony.
Me and Robert, 67, had only been together a few weeks, but he was already taking care of my every need.
With stomach pains and diarrhoea, I had a suspicion I knew what was wrong.
My grandfather and sister had both suffered with Crohn’s disease and now I was showing all the symptoms.
Only, at my GP surgery, they insisted there was nothing wrong with me.
‘Don’t you think we should at least test me for Crohn’s?’ I begged them.
The doctor carried out a blood test, but he was adamant everything was fine.stomach
Only, back on Robert’s sofa, I could barely move.
Over the course of the next three days, I built up a fever and felt seriously ill.
‘We need to take you to A&E,’ Robert insisted.
Putting me in his car, the two of
