I Refused to Save My Stepson’s Life—Two Weeks Later, I Returned Home… and Realized I Had Been Completely Wrong
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I refused to donate my bone marrow to my dying nine-year-old stepson after the doctors told us I was the only match.
“I’ve only been in his life for three years,” I said flatly. “I’m not risking my health for a kid who isn’t even mine.” FindStudy Aids
The words sounded cold even to my own ears, but at the time I convinced myself they were logical. Bone marrow donation wasn’t a small thing. There were risks, complications, recovery time. I told myself I barely knew the boy when I married his
father. I hadn’t been there for his childhood, his first steps, his first day of school.
Why should I sacrifice for a child who wasn’t truly mine?
