The Boy Who Lived With Pain

Oumou’s Point of View

On October 4, 2001, Fanfode Elijah Conde was born. He was diagnosed with sickle cell, usually presenting in childhood occurs more commonly in people. He had a hard time understanding why he had it. Sickle cell is a disease which affects your arms and legs. It tends to be painful and sensitive. Four years later, they found a treatment to end the sickle cell disease. My brother needed blood transfusion immediately. Unfortunately, no one in the family seemed to match my brother's blood type. So he thought he had to live with it. But he thought wrong. We have four girls and two boys in the family. We believed one of us would have the blood type matching my brother's. Our belief was right. Taibou, the youngest sister, had a perfect match.  Taibou was smart and you know that saying first is the worst second is the best yeah? Well, it’s like that. Anyway, in preschool she skipped a class because she was so smart.  She turned five and went to the doctor. When they came back, they looked shocked, surprised by what they saw. I went up to them and asked them “What Happened?”

 “Well... Taibou is the same match as Fanfode,” she exclaimed. I found out that they were actually alike in many ways. Even though they were four years apart, they had similar tastes.

My mom called my grandma to tell her the good news. My grandfather died on November 23, 2010.   He was the happiest and most memorable grandpa that you could ever ask for. We all miss him. Rest in Peace. My mom called her ‘’Hello?” she said eager to tell her as she finally answered.’’ Hello Daughter! How is Fanfode?” she said in her African language. She told her about how they were alike relative to blood type... My Grandma and I had the same birthday--February 10th. She’s all the way in Guinea, Conakry, West Africa.

We planned it on March 16, 2011. The transplant went well but he had to struggle through it. He had a bloody nose and diarrhea.  He could not drink water or eat any solid food. As a result, he was fed intravenously.

Lamou’s Point of View

We came to the Children’s Hospital and saw the doors move out of the way. When we had walked in we felt a drift; it was coming from the vent. In our left we saw a gigantic ball of gumballs and a bunch of sofas that had a dark blue print in each one and had a small, circular, wood table. On our right we saw a tree that sat by the automatic doors, nurses in their office chair getting ready to assist people that need help. There are also kids with broken arms and legs. But, I bet they were out there for fresh air. We walked into an elevator to go to the third floor. The elevator was metal and shiny, like other elevators. I walked out, went to his room. The place I was in a sterile place. So, before we went into his room we had to get into “doctor style’’ that means put scrubs, masks and blue, rubber  gloves on. Also, we had to wash our hands and use hand sanitizer every time we wanted to visit him. It was fun.

After the three and a half months were over, he finally was going home. After we went to pick him up from the hospital we stopped by Rita’s, then I had a plan. The plan was that since Oumou missed him so much we would tell her that he would not be coming today. I told them about it and they said ok. Oumou and Mory were home and it was me, Fanfode, Taibou and my mom in the car. We got home. I got out of the car. Oumou asked where Fanfode was and I pushed him behind me. Then, I said that I don’t know. Then she went behind me pushed me against the car and she smiled and hugged him. Mom was telling us a set of rules to have if we wanted to touch Fanfode (since he had the illness it could return if he was infected) and we listened and nodded. Afterward, I gave Oumou a Rita’s Italian ice cup the flavor was blue raspberry and she took it and smiled.

While we were there, we put hand sanitizer everyplace that we thought he would get germs like from the kitchen. It had a black marble table in the middle, a silver refrigerator with hard wood floor; there are some brown wooden cabinets hanging there, and three ways to walk in the kitchen. Next to it was a silver refrigerator with hard wood floor underneath it all. So, if we had games and we were hungry we would go there first. Then, were the bathrooms for the lower level were half bathrooms had hard wood floors a white, fancy-like sink and a plain, soft toilet and with lights to die for. Upper level bathrooms had regular white tile modern bathrooms with a shower instead of a tub. It was about 5 o’clock so I choose to go to sleep in my soft, comfy cloud that I call a bed.  I will have to say having my brother come back home after three and a half months, made my day. I took my three books; ‘Thirteen Reasons Why by: James Asher, Torment by: Lauren Kate and Copper Sun by:  Sharon Draper. I went upstairs it was a small living room with a flat screen. Two red couches on the side, one that was against the wall and is a smooth. While the other one had a stitching of red and a flowery pattern, I like it was the most relaxing place in the house for me.

I opened the cold metal once it touched my hands I turned the knob and I walked into my room. It was the middle one of them all. Since, I am the eldest I get to have my own room. It was with white carpet, my king sized bed lying in the middle. I felt like a princess. The carpet led my feet to the bed as I reached the bed I looked at my mirror, fixed my hair, and went into the bed.  I took out one of my books from the brown, ruff table and read it. After about ten minutes later, I started to yawn. I will cherish this day forever and never forget the day my younger brother came home. He’s now better than every smiling like a little boy and how he smiles all the time. Even if I’m sad he makes me happy once again. I smiled thinking about it .Then, everything went black drifting to me to sleep. Thank you for reading my memory :).

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-Moo Moo

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