They said she wouldn’t survive without another bone marrow transplant. They said she’d never have a child of her own. But Miriam Sultan Laine knew that her life was in the Hands of her Creator, and if He so wills it, anything is possible. Vinegar can burst into flame, and a deathly ill child can not just survive and thrive, but have a child of her own.
“Miriam is not leaving this clinic until she has a blood test ” my mother declared. I was 14 years old and my mother was making a scene. I was mortified.
“I promise you everything is perfect. There’s no reason to worry” the doctor told her. The fatigue fever and cramps were nothing more than the virus that had hit all of Montreal he assured us yet again.
Still he referred us to the hospital’s blood clinic. Sluggish with fatigue I followed my mother onto the metro to the Montreal Children’s Hospital. The fresh air and movement did me good and once I’d done the blood test I told my mother that I wanted to go back to school. I wasn’t a motivated student but I was a popular one and during the weeks I’d been curled up in bed I’d missed my friends.
The results came sooner than we expected. My white blood cell count was high too high the hospital told my mother just a few hours later. I was expected at the oncology clinic at eight the next morning.
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