The medals on our chests, are port-a-caths for meds. Helmets won't stay on cause no hair is on our heads. Our weapons of destruction, we take every day. We fight the battle within us while we struggle on to play. We fight with honor and courage. No marine can do as well. We are only little children, living in this hell. So bring on all those medals, the purple hearts of wars, the gold cross,the silver star, to place upon our scars. For we are kids with cancer, no one has fought so hard. But every day we struggle on. Our LIFE is our REWARD!
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Het Seppe Dagboek
Maart 2005 kreeg Seppe de diagnose kanker, hersentumor, een medulloblastoom. Zijn gevecht, zijn herval en zijn palliatieve periode kan je hier volgen.
