Roxy Parkinson, 31, Crewe
Hobbling to the dinner table, I slowly pulled out a chair to sit down for tea. I’d just come home from my job as a hairdresser, where I’d been on my feet all day, and I was just so exhausted.
‘What’s wrong?’ my dad, Rashford, 58, asked.
‘My joints are playing up again,’ I moaned.
I was only 18, but for the past few weeks, I’d been suffering with painful joints, something I thought only older people had to deal with.
‘You must just be tired,’ my step-mum, Kath, 52, said, plating up for me.
After finishing my food, I crawled into bed, hoping a good night’s rest would do the trick.
No luck.
Over the next few weeks, the pain just became worse, and eventually…
