C-H-A-R-L-O-T-T-E

In school I used to hate doing these little poems, I thought they were boring and would whip through the exercise as fast as possible. Putting Charlotte to bed tonight I started to think about what her name spelled for her at this point in time. Having a little one with cancer means many things. We try to take on day at a time.

Our lives are filled by Charlotte:

Compassion, we have seen an amazing outpouring of concern and support for our family

Hope, although they could not give us a prognosis we are optimistic that she will be totally cured

Alberta Children’s Hospital, we have an amazing team of doctors and nurses here that understand these little ones

Ronald McDonald House, we spend most of our time here and appreciate the many caring people who work here

Love, we feel this everyday though your emails, cards and calls

Operation, glaring us in the face is a scar that while tough looking whispers, total resection happened here

Trust, we are putting a lot of faith in our doctors for her treatment which at times is beyond our comprehension

Tired, if the baby doesn’t sleep... nobody sleeps!

Emotional, not a day goes by without a little roller coaster ride