You Don't Know How Strong You Are Until Being Strong Is The Only Choice You Have.
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My name is Shannon and this is my story.
"She's very lucky" said Dr Dunston solemny. Tara clenched her fists and her jaw tightened. A hundred emotions were running through her. Spite. Anger. Desperation. Sorrow. Pain.
Lucky? Her daughter could die any moment and this stupid man is saying she's lucky? Tara's husband Matthew puts a calming hand on her shoulder.
"She's got Leukemia for gods sake, that's the complete opposite of luck!"Matthew cried.
"I know, I know. I'm just saying that your daughter has a better chance of survival at her age. If she were any older or younger her chances would be slimmer." the pediatrician said, trying to reassure the devastated couple.
But no one dared to speak the obvious. If she survived.
"How long will she be on the chemotherapy for? And what about school? I don't want to let her fall behind." Tara asked.
"I'm not sure, but estimating, a few years. And she won't be able to go to school, but tutors can arranged."
"When will she be able to come home?" Matthew asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
"I'm afraid she won't be able to go home until her immune system gets stronger, which will probably be several months" Dunston said.
Tara looked down at her lap. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Why did this have to happen to my daughter? she thought. Why my little Shannon?
