‘Aubrey coaxed Beckett to crawl’ The photo of my three-year-old son, Beckett, leaning over a toilet, his tiny body frail, his head bald after chemotherapy, isn’t easy to look at. But it’s not just a photo of sadness, it’s full of love, too. Because, there, standing next to Beckett, is his sister, Aubrey. At just four years old, while she might not have fully grasped the enormity of what our family was going through, she knew her brother was sick. And as I watched her, standing there, gently rubbing his back, whispering ‘you’ll be OK’, I had to capture the moment, not just to reveal the brutal reality of childhood cancer, but in the hope that, one day, I’d be able to show that photo to both of them and…
