Anyone who knows me knows that I’m happy-go-lucky, 100 miles an hour and crazy half the time.
The first sign I had that something was wrong with me was when I tried eating an apple one morning. That was standard for me because I like keeping myself fit, but on this particular morning I just couldn’t swallow it.
I assumed it was a big piece of apple, but then the same thing happened the next day.
Then it happened again.
And again.
I went to the doctors and told them that I couldn’t swallow.