I was puzzled. “Why not? Summer is his biological daughter. How is that possible?”
“It turns out they have different blood types, so it doesn’t matter that Jared is Summer’s biological father. If we perform the surgery anyway, it’ll be like a bad organ transplant, which will make Summer’s condition worse,” Cameron tried to explain the situation to me in her limited medical terms.
My mind went momentarily blank. I had hoped that in the scenario where their bone marrows didn’t match, he could at least donate his kidney to Summer. But now, it seemed that my last hope was also squashed.
As though being sucked out of all energy, I slumped into a chair and was lost in thoughts.
It wasn’t until the doctor came out from Summer’s ward that I snapped out from my daze when he said, “Can we all please proceed to my office?”
As Cameron helped me up, I noticed that Zachary’s expression was rather grim and appeared deep in thought.
As we all took a seat in the doctor’s office, Cameron asked anxiously, “Doctor, what are we going to do now that we can’t find suitable bone marrow for Summer?”
He looked at us and slowly explained, “Bone marrow transplant is a major operation, therefore it’s imperative that we find a compatible donor, or we will risk dangerous level of organ rejection post-operation. There are increasing numbers of acute leukemia patients for the past two years, but suitable bone marrow donors are still very rare. I can understand your concerns, however, the only thing we can do for Summer right now is to continue her chemotherapy. In the meantime, we will keep searching for matching bone marrow.”
Zachary asked, “Let’s say we have no luck in finding her a suitable donor, how long does she have?”
The doctor was a little rattled by the stone-faced Zachary and had chosen his words carefully when he replied, “If we stick to our current treatment plan, her prognosis is actually quite positive. She will have at least three more years.”
“Alright. I understand.” Zachary nodded before he stood up abruptly and left the room without uttering another word.
Cameron was panic-stricken and she quickly turned to me. “Letty, quick! You have to stop your father. We haven’t gotten to that stage yet!”
Despite being puzzled by what she said, considering the urgency in her tone, I stood up and hurried after him. Zachary was dialling on his phone as he waited in front of an elevator.
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