Cradling my rounded belly, I felt my baby kick inside me.
I can’t wait to meet you too, I thought.
It was 1996 and my pregnancy was amazing – except for one thing.
Recently, dozens of small, raised lumps had popped up across my bump and back.
They weren’t zits, though.
Unfortunately, these strange growths had been part of my life for years.
My mum, Jacqui Rogers, then 26, had first noticed a small flesh-coloured lump on my stomach when I was 6, after a nasty bout of chickenpox.
It wasn’t red and itchy like the pox spots.
And it didn’t hurt.
But it didn’t go away.
In fact, more lumps