Tiny girl. Poorly sick. Meningitis? Leukaemia. Chemotherapy. Angel curls falling like question marks on the pillow.
Weak. Stronger. Weaker. Strong again. It’s worse. Shingles. Kidney stones.
Nurses dressed as Ghosties from Scooby Doo entertaining bed bound child.
Nurses nursing a mother’s splintering heart.
Nurses holding a weeping father’s hand.
Nurses playing Barbies with big sisters and keeping life going.
Handsome boy Doctor flirting with small, brave, bald girl who flutters lashless eyes and giggles.
Worse and worse. Better and better. Home. Hospital sleepover only. Chemo continues.
Roid Rage in nursery. Playing outside. A cold. No problem.
Angel curls unfurl again and signal the growing of hope.
This beautiful girl is my niece the day after she was diagnosed
Bald but beautiful still
Our lovely girl is heading towards well.
In the worst times, she showed us the way to go. She is brave, resilient and out of her head on drugs in the video clip.
We know we are blessed and we miss those who weren't. This posting is in memory of our girl's friend Iona. She's often in our thoughts.
Trying to figure out what to do with your excess Lottery win or even that spare fiver? Leukaemia Research Fund, Edinburgh Sick Kids Hospital, Winston's Wish