I was 19 when I married John, but had been with him since I was 14. We were at
the same school together, but it was through my sister we met. She married his
uncle and they booked us both once by mistake to babysit, it went from there.
I started my first ever job when I was 16, in Tunbridge Wells in Kent where my
mum worked. I stayed there until I was 19 learning all about the optical trade.
I was offered a job with better prospects, and closer to home doing the same
thing. After a couple, I started to feel ill myself and was diagnosed with
Ulcerative colitis. I was very ill for a long time, losing so much weight. I
think I was about 6 stone then. I was put on a high dosage of steroids to help
and the weight began to go back on, but with horrendous side effects in the
process.
After about 5 months I was allowed to go back to work, and fell pregnant which
led to me having an ectopic pregnancy. It was very touch and go as the
fallopian tube had ruptured. I was rushed into the local hospital and was
operated on straight away. They removed the damaged tube and I was put into a
side ward to recover after, where I woke to hear this voice asking me if I
smoked.. "Wanna fag?" (we were allowed to in those days).
This voice was one I heard for the next 24 years. We ended up best friends. Her
name was Elizabeth (Betty). She was in the hospital having a miscarriage after
6 months of carrying her baby. This is another story I will tell you at a later
date : )