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Article: As I wasn't a deep sea diver or an alcoholic, there was only one reason that I needed two new hips.(Features)
- Article from:
- The Mail on Sunday (London, England)
- Article date:
- November 8, 2009
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Byline: Jenni Murray
The pain came with a sudden and alarming ferocity. It was New Year's Day 2008. Friends and family who had stayed the night were sitting around the kitchen table having breakfast. I stood up to make another pot of coffee and cried out. My left thigh felt as though someone was drawing a serrated bread knife deep inside from knee to groin. I thought I'd pulled or even torn a muscle and abandoned plans for a bracing country walk. The pain didn't go away. After an optimistic week or three, I hobbled to the GP.
When you've had cancer (mine was breast cancer, diagnosed Christmas 2006 at the age of 56) and then you have pain that refuses to ...