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    Outside the doctor’s office, Yvonne and Rachel held hands, their hearts heavy with apprehension. They dared to hope for good news—but reality refused their wishes.


    Rachel’s hands trembled as she epted the test results. The doctor’s solemn voice echoed in the quiet room. “Ms. Marsh, extensive testing has confirmed that your brother is suffering from leukemia.”


    Rachel swallowed hard. “What are our options for treatment?”


    “The type of leukemia he has is particrlyplex,” the doctor exined gently. “The optimal treatment would be a bone marrow transnt. We’ve begun searching for apatible donor within the registry. Since you’re his sister, you may be a match. It would be wise for you to undergo testing.”


    “Understood.”


    Rachel and Yvonne both felt the sting of a harsh truth: given Rachel’s own health conditions, even if she were a match, she could not serve as a donor. Yvonne squeezed her hand. “I’ll be there with you for the testing. Maybe I’ll be a match.”


    “Yvonne…” Rachel’s voice caught.


    “There’s no need for words. I understand.”


    Hope dwindled when neither test revealed a match. The registry, too, failed to yield a suitable donor. Soon, Jeffrey’s chances seemed nearly gone.


    “Doctor, am I supposed to just stand by as my brother dies?” Rachel’s voice broke.


    “We aremitted to doing everything we can,” he replied gently, “yet a bone marrow transnt remains his best chance for recovery. You must prepare for all possible oues.”


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    Brushing tears from her cheeks, Rachel gathered her courage. “What about using umbilical cord blood?”


    “That can work well if it’s from a sibling,” the doctor said slowly, “but you mentioned you and your brother were raised as orphans.”


    “Could my future child’s umbilical cord blood also work?”


    “While that offers a potential option,” the doctor said cautiously, “I can’t guarantee its effectiveness without more specific tests.”


    Rachel squared her shoulders, determination shining in her eyes. “Any chance worth taking is worth my every effort.”


    After stepping out of the doctor’s office, she turned to Yvonne with resolve.


    “Yvonne, I’m thinking about having a child.”


    Realization dawned instantly on Yvonne’s face. “You n to use the baby’s umbilical cord blood to save Jeffrey, don’t you?”


    Rachel met her friend’s gaze. “Yes.”


    Yvonne hesitated. “And your health—do you think your body can handle a pregnancy?”


    “I’m not sure,” Rachel admitted, “but I can’t stand by and watch Jeffrey suffer. Maybe, with this baby, a miracle could happen for all of us.”


    Yvonne’s eyes reddened as she struggled to hold back tears. Her voice trembled with emotion. “Rachel, I just need a moment to process this.”


    She turned away and took several deep sips of water, steadying herself. She had known Rachel for years and understood her steadfast nature. Though her friend seemed gentle, once Rachel set her mind on something—especially for Jeffrey—nothing could sway her. This was their one chance, and Rachel wouldn’t let it slip away. Even if Yvonne protested, Rachel would move forward without hesitation. To Rachel, Jeffrey mattered more than anything, even her own well-being.


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