“Why didn’t doc­tors save my prom queen?”

Friday - - Editor's Letter -

My daugh­ter Lucy walked into the kitchen, rub­bing her fore­head. “How’s the re­vi­sion go­ing?” I asked, tak­ing in her pale face and dark cir­cles un­der her eyes.

“I’ve got a headache,” she said, gri­mac­ing. Poor Lucy. It was May 2013 and she had been study­ing for her ex­ams for weeks.

Maybe it was time to take a rest. “Take a headache tablet, there’s some in the medicine cab­i­net up­stairs,” I told her. But she shook her head. “They’ve all gone,” she mur­mured. Lucy, 16, had been com­plain­ing of hav­ing headaches for a month now. She’d got through a whole pack of painkillers in the past week – tak­ing two a day. “You shouldn’t take that many,” I warned her, con­cerned. I hadn’t no­ticed she’d been feel­ing un­der the weather.

We’d all been busy. I’d been work­ing hard in my job as an ad­min man­ager while jug­gling be­ing a sin­gle mother, look­ing af­ter Lucy and her lit­tle brother Sean, 12. I’d split up with their dad, Paul, an en­gi­neer, just af­ter Sean was born. Now, look­ing at Lucy, she did seem lethar­gic and washed out. She was a good girl, hard work­ing too, and prob­a­bly ner­vous about her up­com­ing ex­ams.

“Take it easy,” I told her, but I reached for the phone and made an ap­point­ment with our fam­ily GP.

“Just to be on the safe side,” I re­as­sured her.

The next day we lis­tened as the doc­tor told us headaches were com­mon among stu­dents dur­ing the exam pe­riod.

“Just carry on tak­ing painkillers when you need to,” she said. Lucy nod­ded. Af­ter that, she still looked tired, but she got on with her stud­ies and rarely com­plained. She told me the headaches came and went so she

Lucy made me so proud

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