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