The Day of My Son’s Transplant
I had promised my son that when he turned three, the three of us would go to the amusement park together as a family.
But he never lived to see that birthday.
My husband, Daniel Shaw, who was a perfect match for the bone marrow transplant, disappeared just before the surgery—phone off, leaving no trace.
Without him, our son lost his last chance at survival.
When Daniel finally came home, he asked, "Where's our son? Weren't we supposed to take him to the amusement park for his birthday?"
Then his eyes fell on the urn. That was the moment he truly lost his mind.