To my favourite nurse,
From the moment we met, I knew I was in good hands.
It was March 2013 and I was wheeled onto your ward at the Royal Marsden, scared and sobbing.
‘I don’t want to stay here,’ I cried to my mum, Kirstie, then 35.
Age 11,
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From the moment we met, I knew I was in good hands.
It was March 2013 and I was wheeled onto your ward at the Royal Marsden, scared and sobbing.
‘I don’t want to stay here,’ I cried to my mum, Kirstie, then 35.
Age 11,
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