My sister

My sister’s eyes were beginning to turn yellow and so was her skin. We took her to the hospital to see what was wrong. The doctors weren’t sure so we had to go to Omaha, Nebraska for tests. When the tests’ results came back they told us her organs were quitting and she had to have a bone-marrow transplant. They put her through chemotherapy and she began to lose her hair. Her body was slowly quitting on her but I had no idea what was going on. I thought she would have the transplant and everything would be ok. They then had to hook her up to a ventilator, so it could breathe for her.

One day when we were at the Ronald house everyone in my family was crying and ‘I had not idea why. I thought they were just upset at how weak she was. I asked my mom what was wrong and she told me the doctors said she only had four days to live. At that point I broke down and felt I couldn’t go on. I went and hung out with a friend I met at the hospital named Dylan. He was also very sick. He went through about four transplants at that time, but was always very cheerful and happy. I was playing games with him and his mom when they noticed something was wrong. They asked what was wrong because normally I was not sad or in a bad mood. I told them what my parents told me and I broke down again. Dylan just started laughing. I could not understand why he was laughing so I asked him. He told me the doctors said that to his mom about five times. He said, “What do doctors know anyway? It’s not up to them.” It was in that moment I knew my sister would not die.

Levi Morgan