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