A PART OF ME
Arriving home from the school pick up, my daughter emptied her bag. ‘The squash didn’t taste very nice,’ Hawys, then 12, said, passing me the full bottle.
It was a little strange, but I didn’t think much of it.
Only, over the next week, she started to become quite unwell.
Hawys has always been a quiet girl and usually keeps herself to herself, but she seemed more drawn in.
She was constantly tired and started vomiting and having terrible nosebleeds.
Me and my husband Aled, 47, hoped it would pass, but after a week, I took her to the GP surgery.
‘I know something is wrong, but I don’t know what,’ the doctor told me. Only, after
