Date = 25 June
My sister got her new stem cells. Now to wait and see.
Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)
POV - Aria
The hospital smells like lemon disinfectant and fear. Mostly fear. At least for me.
“So, how was work?” My sister asks as soon as I enter the room, not even bothering to look up from her tablet, on which I’ve downloaded every animated movie known to man. She’s curled up under three blankets and looks like a burrito.
A very brave, tiny burrito with a port in her chest and a future made entirely of stem cells and stubbornness.
The transplant is over. Now comes the wait — the blood counts, the watching, the nail-biting kind of terror that doesn’t look dramatic but feels like it’s eating your ribs from the inside. This could be her last chance.
Her bed is moved a
