GUEST BLOG: Katy Thomas – My son needs medicinal cannabis now Jacinda not when it’s politically safe
Our nights were punctuated by screams and Eddy wore the haunted look of a child who knows no rest. A child too scared to sleep for fear of the imminent suffocation and pain that awaits. He had bruises from head to toe where limbs and face had met hard things in the night and poor balance in the day. A child who would tell me he was scared of dying on his 7th birthday.
