Pick Me Up!

IT WASN’T AN ULCER…

Sitting at the dinner table with my husband Marek, then 46, and our daughter Ola, then 10, I frowned.

‘Are you alright?’ Marek asked, concerned.

‘My tongue feels strange, it’s probably nothing though,’ I said, and I took another bite of my meal.

It just felt like a strained muscle, and I didn’t think too much of it.

But over time, the pain only got stronger.

At first

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