I can't stress how important it is that he gets a bone marrow transplant. His crisis would be worse than this in subsequent days to come,” the doctor grimly declared.
I went to him to see how long I have before I get the money. My baby! He's in excruciating pain.
I could tell how his health deteriorated in the past hour. He is now under full morphine medications. He was struggling to breathe and crying out of pain…. My heart couldn't take it.
As I sat there across the doctor, my mind wandered to Damian's father. Damian's a blessing to me, but I wished I knew who his father was. Maybe I wouldn't have to bear the burden alone.
“Miss?” The doctor prompted me out of my thoughts.
“Yes, doctor?” I felt dazed.
All these were too much for me to bear.
“Were you listening to me?” He asked.
