At 22 years old I was your average young woman from Brisbane. I was busy travelling, renting my own place, working with children, I had my own pet and house-sitting business and a great relationship.
I had seen 20 countries by the time I was 21. Then one Sunday morning, I was planning to go out to breakfast with my housemate, but I never made it downstairs. I collapsed in my bathroom. I wasn’t sure what happened, I was still conscious and thought – if I could just get to my knees I can stand up. I had seen my Dad do this many times after falls due to weakness when he was going through cancer treatments. For some reason, I just couldn’t stand up. My housemate found me on the floor. She wouldn’t help me up because she was worried I had broken something. I protested when she wanted to call the ambulance and insisted I was fine. She called the ambulance anyway.