Trying to peek at the back of my throat, I stuck my tongue out in the mirror. With a whiteish film covering it and a few pinkish spots nearing my tonsils, that explained why I had been feeling under the weather at the start of 2020.
‘It must be tonsilitis,’ I ahhhed to my little sister Kaira, now 14, as she had come over for the afternoon to help me look after my son Dominic, then one.
With my partner at the time working away from home a lot, my mum Claire, 40, dad Brian, 41, and my brother Kye, 20, would rally around to lend me a helping hand.
Which was something I felt like I needed more during that time.
With what started as a sore throat in February 2020, it had been getting worse.
Feeling as if my tonsils were on fire, waking up drenched in sweat and strange rashes appearing all over my body, asand being diagnosed with oral thrush, I was exhausted.
