The pain was getting worse. The tips of my son Deryn’s fingers were hard and black from a superbug infection. His nails were peeling away and any remaining live flesh was covered in weeping sores.
Every day, he begged me: ‘Please tell them to cut my hand off, Mum. I can’t take this any more.’
Deryn was nauseous and, worse, had become addicted to his anti-sickness drugs. He was allowed a dose every seven to eight hours but within an hour of being given some, he would press the buzzer to call the nurses back in.
One in 7 Billion: Deryn Blackwell begins his hospital ordeal aged 10
‘When can I have my cyclizine?’ he would ask. ‘It’s the only thing that helps with the pain.