Meet Caoimhe Cullen
“She seemed so small in that hospital bed.”
At the age of four, Caoimhe had no way of understanding the heavy weight of words like “tumour” and “mass” and “chemotherapy”.
All she knew was that her mammy was so sad every time the doctors came in to talk, and that maybe her special princess magic could freeze away my tears.
“How I wanted to stop crying for her! But I couldn’t. I knew what the words meant.”
Childhood cancer. It completely shook our world.
That summer she was four, Caoimhe complained of a sore tummy. The kind of bug every child gets. Yet after a few weeks, I just started to feel something wasn’t right…