Kirsten fought back tears as she left her niece's hospital room. Poor little Charlotte! Chemotherapy had stripped the formerly curly-haired darling of her strawberry blonde locks and her bare head rested like a stone on the pillow. Charlotte was barely six, but her eyes reflected suffering beyond her years. Simply remembering the child's face pained Kirsten; how must her sister feel when she spent nearly every hour of every day caring for Charlotte? Katherine must surely qualify for sainthood by now.
Once she got home, Kirsten sat down to her computer and performed her nightly search for information on Charlotte's condition. She prayed to find a new protocol, a drug trial, a medical opinion, anything that could offer hope to Charlotte. She came across an interesting site. Although the St. Baldrick's Foundation didn't offer a treatment, it raised funds for children's cancer research programs. And Kirsten felt as though she had to do something besides bringing takeout to Katherine at the hospital.
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