Swinging into the McDonald’s drivethru, I was nervous.
Ordering my McChicken Sandwich, me and my date, Kris, now 27, parked up to eat.
As 18-year-olds, a maccies was a perfect date.
We knew each other from school and bonding over our meal, sparks started flying.
From there, there was no looking back.
At 18 we weren’t thinking ahead to the future, enjoying the time we had together.
But in the summer of 2016, aged 19, I began feeling a bit under the weather.
Feeling a small lump on my neck, my body was really achy and my feet really itchy.
Having been helping my mum Diane, 57, and dad Trevor, 72, with the garden, I assumed I’d over done it or had a reaction to one of the flowers.
My symptoms worsened, and IsawGPinSeptember.
‘Right, I’m going to send you for a chest X-ray and some blood tests,’ the doctor
