Lilly’s Army! My daughter’s brave leukaemia battle

Lilly’s Army! My daughter’s brave leukaemia battle

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Sell My Story features editor Helen O'Brien


Becky lived every mum’s worst nightmare – her 5-year-old daughter Lilly-Grace was diagnosed with leukaemia. But, right from the start, she was determined her darling daughter would never feel alone. So, when Lilly-Grace started losing her hair from the treatment, Becky promised that she would shave off hers too. And the rest of the family joined her! Now brave little Lilly-Grace is on the road to recovery, and Becky told her inspiring story in Chat magazine. To donate to the family’s fundraiser go to their Just Giving page, and follow their journey on Facebook by searching for “Lilly’s Army”.

Leukaemia recovery story


When Lilly-Grace, 5, fell ill mum Becky, 34, assumed it was a common cold. But within days Lilly was in hospital on life support – she had leukaemia. 

By Helen O’Brien Google


Both Lilly-Grace and her little sister Summer-Rose, four, fell ill just before Christmas last year.

It seemed like a bad cold, but while Summer quickly recovered little Lilly was getting worse and worse.

When she could hardly hold her head up, I rushed her to the doctors.

In a whirlwind we were taken to the nearest hospital where medics broke the devastating news – Lilly had pneumonia… and leukaemia.

It was heartbreaking when they put her to sleep and hooked her up to life support.

But she fought hard, and after a week, doctors managed to wake her.

I had to explain to my little girl that she was very sick and would need lots of medicine, but that me and my husband Ben, 27,  would never leave her side while she was getting better.

We started a Facebook page, Lilly’s Army, to rally positive thoughts for our girl.

I couldn’t even bear to consider the worst… that we might lose her.

Thankfully Lilly-Grace responded to chemo fantastically.

Within weeks doctors told us she was technically in remission – the deadly disease had left her body but she’d still need two years of chemo to ensure it couldn’t come back.

There was one side effect we couldn’t escape though – Lilly would lose her lovely hair.

When it started coming out last month I told her it was good as it meant the magic medicine was working.

“If you want mummy to cut hers to look like you I will,” I promised, desperate for her not to feel alone.

When she looked up at me with hope, I knew there was no backing out!

Then when Summer heard of our plan she wanted to join in too, to be just like her big sis.

My mum said she’d shave hers as well, and at the last minute Lilly’s big sister Leilah, 10, decided to go under the razor.

Even Ben made a token effort to lose a few inches.

We all donated our locks to a wig charity for sick kids, but for the time being, with the backing of her bald army, Lilly’s happy being hair-free!