Exhaustion was killing her.
Not the kind a weekend lie-in could fix—the kind that gnawed at her bones while everyone told her she was “just busy” and “doing amazing.” For eighteen months, Georgie Swallow’s body begged for help in whispers: night sweats, raw bleeding skin from an itch no cream could calm, a cold that never fully left. By the time a peach-sized lump rose in her neck, the truth was alrea… Continues…