Your browser is a bit unusual and some website features may not work properly.
We recommend checking your settings and enabling cookies.
Recently our daughter was running around the room, laughing and singing her favourite “Let it go” song. Currently, she is lying in a hospital bed, exhausted, pale, powerless and bald. I am holding her tiny hand, and I’m afraid that if I let it go, I will lose her. Our lives changed forever in Apr...