Kyndall hadn’t been feeling well for the past few days. They thought she had the flue but it didn’t seem to be getting any better.
Her parents had taken her to see her pediatrician who had done an exam and blood tests. They were waiting for the doctor to call with the results.
Abbey looked at their little girl napping on the sofa. She seemed to always be so tired lately.
Abbey checked the caller ID before answering the phone. After talking tot he doctor, she called Campbell who was at work. “The doctor called. She wants to see us in his office as soon as possible.”
The three of them sat in the office listening to the doctor tell them that their little girl had leukemia.
Campbell felt Abbey’s hand squeeze his. He glanced over at her and saw the tears on her cheeks. He looked at their daughter and felt like crying himself. It seemed like so long ago that she had been upset by her grades, but it had only been a week.
“I want to admit her to the hospital immediately. The sooner we can get treatment started, the better her chances of fighting this will be. We will also be able to get her on the transplant list.”
“Transplant list?” This was sounding worse to Campbell with every word.
“Yes, Mr. Powell. A bone marrow transplant will be our best chance of getting your daughter into remission.”
Abbey looked at the doctor. “We can be tested to see if either of us is a match. I am sure the rest of the family will get tested also.”
Campbell listened to the conversation while he watched their daughter. He remembered all the time spent in the hospital and all the doctor appointments when he had injured his back. He had hoped none of his children would ever have to go through that hell. Now his daughter…his only child…was sick and going to have to endure her own hell.