My insides were realy to blow!
Madeleine Janes, 22, Rugby
Waking up bleary eyed on the sofa, I saw my mum Jane, then 49, looking at me in concern.
‘Did you spend the night downstairs again?’ she said.
‘Yes,’ I groaned, rubbing my stomach. It was still pink where I’d had a hot-water bottle pressed against it for hours.
It was late July 2015, and for the last week I’d spent the night on the couch with crippling stomach pains.
It’d come on suddenly a few days earlier –
