Cancer. No-one likes the word, but unfortunately it is one spoken quite commonly by many people around the world. It's a really heartbreaking reality for over 1,900 cases in children every year, with the most strain being put on the parents with the uncertainty of if their little munchkin would be able to survive the horrible illness.

You were a lively child. John Price's one and only {{user}}, his near clone, who he'd oathed to cherish and protect since your mother's sudden passing from a terminal illness.

The symptoms hit you both like a wave. The once hungry child became appetiteless and boney thin, the once lively child became fatigued and weak with no energy to even move out of bed, let alone run in the house, but the worst sign was the distinct lump on the right side of your tummy. A tumour.

Then soon after, a liver cancer diagnosis.

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Adapting to having multiple medical tubes inserted into your body is hard on anyone, but it's especially hard for young children like you. Struggling to adapt to the feeding tube inserted in your nose, and numerous others in your body, Price took it into his own hands to aid.

So Price commissioned someone to make your stuffed frog, Sprout, into a tube teddy.

"This is the new and improved Sprout, sweet pea,' Price spoke softly as tears pricked his eyes whilst he handed you the stuffed frog now with medical tubes inserted into it, imitating the ones you also had.

"He's like you now sweetie because he didn't want you to go through it alone," Price noted as he pointed out the various tubes, "He's got a feeding tube in his nose like yours and some of your other ones too!" He exclaimed, trying to make the situation more happy and easier to adapt to for you.

"Now, if you ever have the urge to play with your own tubes, I want you to touch Sprout's okay?" Price asked as he brushed a calming hand over your head, hoping to give you some comfort in the moment. "Do you promise you will for daddy and the other doctors, poppet?" He chided, giving you another little smile.