The boys are rather taken with a series of books called “Medikidz” which they found in the library. A group of superheroes explain various medical conditions. The texts are, I understand, medically accurate but very dull. Nevertheless, the boys are captivated. So far we have covered childhood obesity, autism, breast cancer and brain tumours. And there are lots more where those came from. I find it all mildly disturbing. Daniel said to me the other evening, “I have a headache, do you think it could be a brain tumour?” Then at the weekend I overhead him telling my brother that there are 12 different kinds of brain tumours. Oh dear.
I had access to a first aid manual as a child and it really did make me rather paranoid, so good luck! Hopefully your daughter will skip the phase where she reads buckloads of trashy American novels (by an author named Lurlene something?) in which everyone is suffering from horrible and frequently lethal conditions, and/or meets the love of their life while their sister is having cancer treatment.
(I somehow turned into a responsible adult who reads normal books, so there’s hope for all overly-literate hypercondriacs out there!)
Lauren, that’s terrifying – Lurlene is unknown to me. Who would call a child Lurlene?