I read this with great sadness.
My own daughter Lilly, also aged six, has been being treated for leukaemia since a few days after her fourth birthday.
I've been to the hospital with her this afternoon where she had, what I pray will be, her last significant chemotherapy treatment.
She is scheduled to have minor surgery next Tuesday to remove her port, and then her oral chemo stops in July.
I can't even begin to describe what it's like seeing one of your own children go through something like this, even when it seems you have a successful outcome.
One of Lillys school friends (same year) was also diagnosed with leukaemia and very sadly lost her fight in February this year.
Lilly was hospitalised on Christmas Day with a serious infection (has happened numerous times over the last 2.5yrs) and was supported by the critical care team, permanently on oxygen and various antibiotics before pulling through and being discharged on 3rd January.
During this time the other little girl was also in, but very sadly did not get out when Lilly did and subsequently lost her fight in early February.
The doctors are superb, but it is the nurses that are amazing. It is the nurses that spent night after night looking after my gorgeous little girl, giving her the chance that she now has.
I don't know how the nurses cope, it's not just a job, they really bond with the children. When you're just so exhausted that you can't stay awake at 4.00am, it's the nurses that support your child, physically, emotionally... in every way.
Unfortunately Mother Nature can be a complete b1tch...
My heart goes out to Bradley's family...
My unending gratitude goes out to the underpaid, overworked angels that care for our children as if they were there own... the nurses are my heroes, along with my little Lilly x