Life can be so damn cruel.
Recently my daughter told me about a friend of hers, with whom she had worked and how her little boy was very unwell; I have to admit that I shed a few tears.
Doesn't it seem wrong that often the difference between life and death is... money?
Anyway, I did my bit and donated and then I heard that they are doing all sorts of fund raising to try and achieve this mammoth sum of money in order to send him for treatment, abroad.
Dear little boy.
So I thought that it wouldn't hurt to do a quick blog post because lets face it,
even the smallest donations all add up!
Today, it is my daughter's birthday. I've had the pleasure, the privilege, and the fun
of sharing thirty years with her.
Ryan's parents may not get that.
Here's the link if you feel that you can donate a pound or two: