Water lapped against my chest as I jumped up and down to the music.
It was February 2023 and I was at my second aqua aerobic class that week.
Aged 70, I liked to stay fit.
Especially now I had my little granddaughter Eoife, then 18 months, to look after once a week.
But later, making my way to bed, my legs felt like jelly.
‘I might have overdone it,’ I groaned to my husband Tom, then 74.
The next morning, I still felt wobbly.
Tom made me an appointment at the GP but, stumbling out of bed, I pulled on my trousers and fell backwards.
‘My legs feel numb,’ I said, panicking.
Tom called an ambulance.
‘You’ve had a stroke,’ one of the paramedics said, before blue-lighting me to…