Sitting down to a family meal, I’d only had a few mouthfuls of rice, when I felt like the food was stuck in my throat. I couldn’t speak as my husband, Sean, 45, jumped up and started slapping me on the back. I coughed and spluttered as our children, Tobi, now 15, and Teri, now 10, looked on in horror.
‘What’s wrong, Mum?’ Teri asked, frightened, but I couldn’t answer. After a few minutes of coughing, my food came up through my nose. I was so shaken; I could barely whisper: ‘I’m OK.’
But deep down, I had to wonder if that was true. Especially when it happened again, a few days later, in November 2015. Soon, it was happening at least once a week. When I tried to go…
