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Sitting in my brother’s backyard on Phillip Island, Vic, the sun beamed down and the smell of snags on the BBQ wafted as we chatted.
‘Can you pass the cheese platter please?’ I asked.
As I nibbled away, I felt something rubbing on the underside of my tongue.
There was a small, round ulcer on the base of my tongue, but it wasn’t giving me any grief.
It must be stress, I thought.
It was January 2017, and I was a busy mum to Sam, then five, and James, two.