
JOHN MACLEOD: The prosaic little pill that might have saved my great-gran Annie from an insidious killer
In 1915, in a township near the Butt of Lewis, Mrs Annie Thomson, thirty-two, was delivered of her third baby and her first son. There was natural rejoicing. But, within a day or two, she was unwell. Shortly, she was gravely ill – high fever, delirium, …