Yesterday we were taken in a parents room (my gut feeling was that it was not good, a doctor and nurse looking into our eyes, talking to us with compassion). We told the details. The if, but’s, where’s, when’s and how’s. To be honest it was a blur, anger, numbness, resignation, fear and tragedy. If this, but this, ultimately we were told the prognosis, it is not good, the odds are 35%-50% of my daughter pulling through. The coming years will be challenging.

As the day went on and the realisation of what we were told sank in, that our beautify (she is, I am not just saying that) little girl would be going through hell, that our son would not be able to play with his sister as often as he likes and that she would lose her hair, it hit us. We went to the play room where a music teacher was running a session for the children in the ward. We saw parents with children who had cancer, finally after 10 minutes I realised. I, we were one of them, our, my little girl has cancer, it is life threatening, it is possibly terminal. I was numb, then as the day went by my wife and I started doing the numbers, ok, I am not a betting person but what are the odds that:

a sperm meets and egg and we had our daughter—millions to 1

I met my wife – (it was fate) no—1000’s to 1

my son got on with my daughter --  50- 50

my daughter got cancer, about 1.5 in 10, 000 (according to US statistics)

a person will win the lottery 1 in 13,983,816

So really although the odds do not appear to be good, taken all the above numbers into consideration they are not bad. Plus, we have the knowledge that every day is precious, that the more positive we (our friends and family) are the better my daughter will feel, the higher the chances of success. So, let the fight begin, maybe, but no? Let the fun begin!!!! Yeh!