If there’s one thing I want you to know about Hallie, it’s that she never stopped fighting.
My daughter, Hallie James Kyed, died on Jan. 21 of acute myeloid leukemia. She was 2 years old — just two months shy of her third birthday.
One day before she passed away at Boston Children’s Hospital, Hallie gave us a gift. Her counts, which had been precipitously declining, improved. Her white blood cell counts had dropped. The percentage of leukemia blasts in her blood had fallen. Her electrolyte levels had settled. Hallie’s team of doctors – among the best in the world at what they do – couldn’t fully explain why it was happening, but they also didn’t want to give us false hope. We had already been told in the previous week and thereafter in no uncertain terms that Hallie was not going to make it.