Clutching at my stomach, I screamed out in pain.
‘Ow!’ I called out to my mum, Joanne, 54. ‘I’m in agony.’
I had been writhing around all evening, and this had been happening for weeks.
Having recently started a new job as a journalist in January 2020, I had originally put it down to stress.
But, by March, the pain was getting worse and I had started to notice blood in my stool.
‘This is getting ridiculous,’ Mum said. ‘Let’s get you to a GP tomorrow.’
‘I’m going to book you in for a colonoscopy,’ the doctor told me, after hearing my symptoms.
Oh God, it’s either going to be bowel cancer or Crohn’s, I thought, jumping to the worst-case scenario.
My younger brother, Blaine, 26, had been diagnosed with Crohn’s disease in 2012, so I knew a lot about the condition.
‘This might feel slightly uncomfortable,’ the
