I said no to saving a nine-year-old boy’s life.
Not a stranger’s child. My stepson. The boy who had been living in my home for three years, eating breakfast at my table, leaving his shoes by the front door, and falling asleep on the couch during Saturday evening movies.
When the doctors told us I was the only compatible bone marrow match, I looked at my husband and said I was not going to do it.Read More Story…….
I told him I had only been in the boy’s life for three years. That the procedure carried real risks. That there would be complications and recovery time and no guarantee of anything at the end of it.
I told him the child was not biologically mine.
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