“Dear …What do I call you? My miracle? Son? I am not sure.

I am writing this note to you on my daughter’s sketch book. I am sitting here in her hospital room knowing your life saving bone marrow is arriving. I am really at a loss of words right now. If you knew me, you would know, I am never at a loss for words. I’m not sure how this mom thanks someone who is giving bone marrow to a stranger, that will give my daughter a chance at life. I will let you know, her faith has been very strong through this battle. And although not always feeling well, her smile has yet to cease. She is much stronger than I ever knew. And now with your generosity, she hopefully can look forward to life again.

She has a love for God foremost. And for her family, an older sister, younger brother, her father and I. She has a love for animals, especially her dog. She misses sleeping with him while here at the hospital. She also loves art, thus the reason for the sketch book I write this letter on to you. Her brother is close to the same age as you. I hope he can be as generous as you have been for my daughter.

You have been raised well to go through this for someone you have never met. I have some catching up to do at my old age to be as generous. I look at her and know from the moment she receives your marrow forward, a part of you will live in her. God has blessed us all with you.

In the days to come, she will grow new blood cells, with the hope they are free from cancer. The journey in the days, weeks, and years to come won’t be easy but I’m confident, she will face each day with gratitude from having been given a second chance at life. Thank you!
I will forever keep you in my prayers, as I do for all my family.

Love,
Her Mom”

I have a couple days to write and rewrite this. And then, rewrite again. I truly not sure how to put into words what I am feeling.