Life Takes Its Course
Then, life brought me my son Jacob. As we all know, babies are always sick. I didn’t want his germs to contaminate you, so we kept to ourselves and went back to our phone call routine. Every day, come hell or high water, we’d chat at 5 pm. On my end of the line, all I could do was channel all my energy to help you find yours again.
Too many times, we went to bed heartbroken, hoping our happy trio would be reunited once more. We held our breath countless times on the days you had scans. We all know you would’ve done the same for us.
All of these years in treatment, from gruelling chemo to your transplant, were what it took for us to grow old together. Medicine gave us the greatest gift of all: our friendship. Thanks to advances in science, you’re still here, and somewhere on the other side of the world lives the woman who gave you a second chance at life.
Here we are now, knocking on the door of our forties… still three, still standing. We can experience moments of pure joy as well as dramas and continue to live our adult lives like a normal bunch of friends. Just knowing we can spend an evening chatting over a meal that never ends fills my heart with love.
Happiness should be shared. Marilyn and I both signed up to become stem cell and bone marrow donors to give other people the amazing chance of keeping their friend. When baby number two came along, I also donated my umbilical cord blood. These easy gifts might allow unknown friends to enter adulthood together.