On the 30th of September 2017 I took my 14 month old daughter into the Urgent Care unit of our local hospital in Durham and waited to be seen whilst she filled the corridors with echoing wails, writhing around in pain in my arms after yet another sleepless night. Up until now we’d had five fruitless trips to our local GP. After days of tests, scans and investigations we waited in Cara’s hospital room and two paediatricians entered, this time sitting down to speak. There were few seats available so one perched on a metal hospital bin, a nurse also by his side. Tom and I exchanged concerned glances as one doctor began to talk. The noise around us continued; beeps from the machine, Cara crying, background ward noise from other rooms. I tried to concentrate on what he was saying and I heard him utter the word, cancer. Within an hour we were being bundled into an ambulance to head up to the Royal Victoria Infirmary in Newcastle where a specialist team would be waiting for us and where our daughter would eventually be diagnosed with Stage 3 Neuroblastoma.