Lana’s POVThe news hit me like a freight train.“Your child has been diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukaemia.”Suddenly, I felt like the floor had been pulled from beneath my feet. My leg wobbled, my vision spun, and my throat felt like someone was squeezing too tight. I could not breathe, and the tears in my eyes would not let me see anything. “What?” It was me who spoke, but I could not recognise the voice as mine. “What?”I was on the ground when I came, and Cameron was gripping my arm, saying words that I could neither hear nor understand. The doctor was speaking too, but nothing registered. All I could hear was the continuous ringing in my ears and the echo of the doctor's words. Lymphoblastic leukaemia...Your child was diagnosed... Lymphoblastic leukaemia.My eyes stayed on my daughter, where she lay on the bed, small, frail, almost lifeless, her breathing shallow. It has barely been a day since she fell ill, but she already looked so gone. “What… what can we do?” I hea
Andre’s POV I took her hands in mine, my eyes pleading. “Lana, this isn’t about complicating things. It’s about giving Zoe the best possible chance. If there’s even a small possibility that my blood could be a better match, we owe it to her to find out. Please, let me do this.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at me. The fear and desperation in my voice mirrored her own. “Andre, I…” “Lana, please,” I said, my grip tightening. “For Zoe’s sake, Let me be tested. Let me know if I can help her.” She took a deep breath, her mind racing. This wasn’t just about the past or our unresolved issues. This was about Zoe and giving her the best chance at life. She nodded slowly, wiping away her tears. “Okay, Andre. I’ll talk to the doctor.” The next few hours were a blur of activities. Nurses bustled in, explaining the procedure to me as they prepped me for the blood test. I sat still, the sterile smell of antiseptic filling my nostrils as a nurse drew a vial of my blood. Lana and C
Lana’s POV Zoe’s fingers gripped mine, and the nervousness that she felt as the doctor took us through the bone marrow transplant process seeped slowly into me. It was as though I were a sponge, soaking in everything. “Since Andre is a match,” the doctor explained. “We would take stem cells from his bone marrow to help fight the leukaemia.” His gentle eyes stayed on Zoe’s face and then mine. “This is a complex procedure, but if it’s successful, then we would have achieved our main aim.”Zoe looked up at me, her eyes wide with fear and curiosity. “Mommy, is it going to hurt?”I forced a reassuring smile, pushing back the wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. “We’ll make sure you don’t feel any pain, sweetie. And Daddy and I will be right here with you the whole time. You’re going to be brave, just like always.”The doctor continued, “We’ll need to run some tests to make sure she is ready for the transplant. These tests will help us understand her health better and prepare
Lana’s POV An awkward silence followed. I had been trying to avoid this. To keep my children away from Andre and his family, but it looked as though even that now was impossible. There was no way to deny it to him now; denial was all I had done in the past. Still, I did not want to accept it. Yet, the test that had been carried out said something different. She was his blood; biologically, they matched even more than me. I would have rebuked him immediately, but I was too tired. Thankfully, Cameron came to my rescue. “The doctor wants us to go home and get some rest. We’ll be back tomorrow.”Andre nodded. “That’s a good idea. You all need to take care of yourselves too.”I was numb from everything, so Cameron did the talking for both of us. “We’ll see you in the morning. Get some rest, André. Thank you.”“Did you hear him?” I asked as soon as we were outside the hospital. “Maybe all of this is a mistake. Maybe...“Cameron pulled me towards the car and peered into my eyes. Taking a
Lana’s POV “You’re right,” I whispered, closing my eyes and letting his words sink in. “But it’s so hard, Cameron. Every second feels like an eternity, and I can’t help the feeling that I should be doing more.”“You’re doing everything you can,” he reassured me, his hands never stopping their soothing motions. “We all are.”I leaned back further, feeling the warmth of the water and the comfort of Cameron’s touch. “I know. And I’m grateful for that. It’s just...”“I know,” he said softly, cutting me off. “It’s a lot. But you don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”For a moment, we sat in silence, the only sound being the gentle sloshing of the water as I shifted slightly. Cameron’s hands moved from my shoulders to my neck, gently kneading the tension away. I sighed as I felt the weight lift from my shoulders.“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.“You’ll never have to find out,” he replied firmly. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Andre’s POV The process was slow, but at least it had begun. I had been made to spend four excruciating days in the hospital, doing nothing most of the time but lying down, conducting tests and more tests, eating, wandering about the hospital premises, and doing it all over again, but it was not all bad. There were days that I now store as sacred memories in the most precious parts of my heart. Days that I had hoped would never end. Those days were the ones I had to spend with my baby girl. Zoe, whom I had now confirmed was my biological daughter,. I had yet to meet her brother, Joe, but I was sure that was a work in progress. Today, though, was not one of those days that I wanted to end. In fact, I hoped for nothing more than for the day to quickly come to an end and open up on the last day I had to spend here. I was lying on the hospital bed on this day, and my arm was connected to a machine that, according to the doctor, collected my stem cells while a nurse monitored the proc
Andre’s POV“Doctor, what are you saying?” Lana croaked. Days ago, when she had arrived at the hospital after returning home for the much-recommended rest, she had looked like a semblance of her former self. The colour returned to her pale cheeks, and the dark circles around her eyes were almost invisible. But now, she was almost like a ghost. Her red, sunken eyes glared at the doctor, and her patched lips trembled until she caught the bottom lip in between her teeth, but it was so hard I thought I smelled blood. “We need to stop the collection process immediately to prevent any further damage to his body.” The doctor offered. It was all he had been offering us for the past twenty minutes, and even I was getting tired of it. “Think of it like stopping a car before it goes off a cliff. We need to hit the brakes and figure out what’s going on before we can move forward.” “And my daughter?” At this point, Lana was desperate, and it was obvious in her voice. We all were. “We’ll only n
Andre’s POVI was confused; we were all, and after a while of silence, Lana asked the question that was on all of our minds. “Is there any chance we can continue with the current treatment?” His grip tightened around the bedpost, and I saw the white of her knuckle bones. I had the urge to reach out and calm her down, but with Cameron standing behind her, I didn’t think that was a good idea. The doctor shook his head. “At this point, continuing with the current treatment poses too much risk to his health. We need to prioritise stabilising his condition.”Tears welled up in Lana’s eyes, and I felt a pang of guilt and helplessness. “How long will this take?” I asked. “And what are the chances of finding another match?”“We’ll begin the medication immediately,” the doctor replied. “As for finding another match, it can be a lengthy process, but we’ll be working with international donor registries to expedite the search. We’re also exploring advanced cell therapies that might be suitable.