At first it was just the evenings.
By 6 or 7pm, Margaret's feet and legs felt done. Heavy. Tight around the ankles. A low, dull ache that made sitting down feel less like a choice and more like a necessity.
She stopped suggesting evening walks to her husband. She started sitting down earlier than she wanted to. She noticed herself thinking twice before agreeing to things that involved being on her feet for long.
"It wasn't dramatic," she says. "It wasn't like I was in agony. It was just this constant heaviness that was always there by the end of the day. And slowly I started arranging my life around it without even realising."
She tried what most women try.
A warm foot soak before bed. A thick cream she'd read about in a magazine. A pair of compression socks her sister had recommended. They helped a little, in the moment. But they were messy, or uncomfortable, or just one more thing to remember at the end of a day when she had nothing left.
"Nothing was easy enough to actually keep up with," she says. "And honestly, I'd started to think — maybe this is just how it is now. Maybe this is just getting older."