Pip McManus succumbed three years after becoming complaint with an compulsive eating. Her parents explain how medical aid disappointed their daughter
Marie McManus wants to show me the final picture taken of her daughter Pip. It was 9 December 2015, and the 15 -year-old is standing on the scaffold of a railway station five minutes tread from their own families home. In the CCTV image, Pip is wearing a red hoodie and looking up the trail to see if her qualify is coming. But shes not going to get on it.
Everything about what happened to Pip McManus is shocking. The horrible room she died; the extent of her illness; the inadequate response of caregivers to her medical requirement, which was cited by an inquest jury as a contributory factor in her demise. But perhaps whats most outraging is that her parents, Marie and Jim, were fobbed off and defamed time after time by staff of the awfully healthcare plan they so desperately hoped could help her. For the McManuses, “its like” watching Pip die in front of them in slow motion, across three years of hell.
Our large-hearted fear, all along, was that she was going to become time another statistic, adds Marie. The McManuses desperately hope that their legend can change what happens to the Pips of the future. Well never know if her fatality[ she was hit by the train] “couldve been” thwarted, says Marie, for the simple reason that no one is truly tried to prevent it.
The McManuses live outside Stockport, in a house that Jim, a developer, works on in the spare moments when he isnt working on someone elses house. He and Marie, whos on leave from her activity as a healthcare assistant in a hospital, have three older youths. Pip, who was their youngest, was born in the first month of the new millennium.
They were a glad, close-knit lineage, and the siblings got on well. Amid the normal hurly-burly of family life , no one paid much attention when Pip, who was then 12 and had always been tomboyish, started saying her chin examined very solid. Nor did Marie foresee anything of it when, on a few motives, she detected Pips backpack lunch uneaten in her schoolbag. She had noticed it difficult settling into her secondary school but so do numerous minors. It wasnt until Christmas that alarm bells began to doughnut. She was haunting about food, does Marie. She wouldnt have butter in her mince, she only craved protein, and she wasnt devouring anything sweet.