Pressing my hand into my lower back, I winced.
In agony for days.
The GP reckoned it was hormone changes from coming off the contraceptive injection and said I didn’t need to worry.
‘But it’s getting worse,’ I told my best friend Lorraine, then 46.
Over the next couple of weeks I went to A&E a few times when the pain became unbearable.
Had blood tests, yet they revealed nothing.
Was I imagining it?
Then in January 2022, I had a night out planned in London for my 48th birthday with Lorraine, my daughters Charlotte, then 28, and Keyona, 18, and a group of girlfriends.
‘Mum, the minibus is here,’ Charlotte