June Davis, 57, from Edgbaston, Birmingham
Slamming the front door shut, the smell of peonies lingered in the air. The green grass and clean path running along beside me as I headed to work.
After a long shift of housekeeping, I’d come home and potter around in the garden, keeping everything in check.
It was one of my favourite hobbies and it would help me to stay active, too.
Bending down to the planters and walking the length of the garden over and over until I decided it was time to come inside.
With the 20-minute walk to work and standing on my feet all day, plus all the gardening, I’d say I was energetic.
You could say the same about my personality, too! That was until early 2016.
Pulling the duvet neatly over the bed, I clutched my chest.
A shooting pain had stopped me in my tracks and lifting my arms again the pain returned.
‘Maybe you’ve just pulled a muscle, June,’
