Our family curse

Our brave little Brownie is making a difference while she still can

Dear Michael, I n a job like yours, ...

While my hero was losing his fight, I had a battle of my own

Sitting beside the hospital bed where my 15-year-old daughter Leoni lay, I clutched her hand. ‘It’s cancer,’ I said, fighting back tears. Seeing her bewildered face staring back at me, my heart broke.

The advice you need

Grief is unpredictable. There I was in May, getting ready for a Kylie concert – my eyeliner had gone on perfectly and my mind was racing. Would my hair go flat after an hour on the Tube? Would the kid