When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

My mother apparently called Rebecca repeatedly.

Rebecca did not tell me details about those calls.

Good.

Then Hannah improved.

The rash settled.

Cultures were managed.

Recovery continued.

Nobody’s marrow transplant story should be written as if the difficult part ends when the cells enter the IV.

Six weeks after transplant, a large envelope arrived through the transplant center.