It was in February of this year that I first noticed something wasn’t right. I was coming to the end of my maternity leave with my second child, and had recently retrained from being a wedding cake-maker to a food stylist, something I loved. As well as looking after two kids with my husband, Chris, I was picking up lots of work. I was probably juggling too much, but life was exciting.
That week, I’d just finished a big job and was exhausted. I began to notice flashing lights in my vision. I assumed it was a migraine from overworking – I used to get them as a teenager – and didn’t think too much of it.
