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Turning on the radio, out blared Wham!’s Last Christmas so I swiftly turned it off again.
It was December 2020. Even with Covid numbers spiking and whispers of a new lockdown, everyone seemed determined to be in the festive spirit.
Usually I’d be joining in.
But this year, I had other things on my mind.
A month ago I’d started bleeding from my bottom.
I’d been for tests and as I awaited the results, tinsel and turkey couldn’t be further from my mind.
Soon after I went to Rotherham District General Hospital for the