When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
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Chapter 22 - I CALL THE TRANSPLANT CENTER
I did not call my mother.
Or Leo.
I called the number on the hospital information sheet.
A transplant coordinator named Rebecca answered.
I explained who I was.
Then told her something that apparently mattered.
“My biological family is pressuring me.”
Rebecca’s tone changed immediately.
Not suspicious.
Careful.
“Thank you for telling me.”
I expected:
Are you still willing?
Instead:
“Before anything else, you need to understand that evaluation is voluntary.”
Then:
“And the donor team works separately from Hannah’s treatment team where appropriate.
May you like
Your medical suitability and your decision need to be protected.”
I breathed for what felt like the first time all week.
