UNDER ATTACK

Hobbling down to my doctor’s surgery, I was in agony.

‘Can you take a look at these for me?’ I asked my GP, lifting up my leggings.

As I lifted past my right ankle and shin, I revealed two large tumours – almost the size of oranges.

‘They’re killing me,’ I admitted to the doctor.

You’d think I would have been petrified talking to my doctor about tumours, but this was just a part of my life.

‘We’ll send you down for an X-ray,’ the doctor agreed.

By the age of 18, I’d had over 100 tumours on my body, so this was nothing new.

I was diagnosed with hereditary multiple exostoses at just six-years-old, after a tumour appeared on my ribs.

The condition means I have multiple benign masses appear all over my body and there is