Despair. And hope.

There was this tough little guy in room 3 with Abbe, I'd guess six years old. A couple of days after his surgery his parents and the staff were helping him get out of bed. Watching that hurt. He was transformed into a pitiful little boy, squealing with fear of the pain. I couldn’t help but wonder will Abbe have to go through this at some point?

But then, day before yesterday, just a few days later, there he is wrestling with his sister on the corridor floor. That’s hard to beat. Watching the children in the ward making speedy recoveries is reassuring. So is talking to their parents, sharing their experiences. Their stories of happy little ones, bursting with energy, provide you with the strength to keep going.