Here we go. Mats-Till smiles mischievously. The nine-year-old sits in a therapy chair. His thin legs look fragile. He can't even walk. But his big brother rolls him in the chair to the end of the corridor and runs off as fast as he can. And stop! Matti gurgles with delight. Fun in a children's hospice? Very few people expect that. Matti's parents felt the same way.
"I no longer knew which way was up and which way was down when we were recommended a children's hospice," recalls Matti's father Marc Becker. He was so scared that it meant: Matti is dying now! But that wasn't what he meant. It was about help and quality of life. The Beckers registered at Bethel. "The door opened and we saw bright and beautiful rooms. Nothing was like a hospital. And everyone was so welcoming," says Nicole Becker. The 45-year-old mother of two sons is now certain: "The time at the hospice is worth its weight in gold."