So your probally thinking it has a happy ending but I dont know yet my lifes not done. I do know I was born on december 30th. I live in a small town in kentucky, and before my brothers were born I lived in a smaller house. Then connor was born he was a handfull but it was simple. Intill he was diagnosed with fanconi amemia or also known as F.A. life slowly went down hill. Somtime in December my mom came home crying saying he will go through tranplant soon. On the day they went to Cincinnati I had a stlp field trip so I could not say goodbye. He went through his transplant veary slowly. We even met some amazing people. Lost some to. My guinea pig died that year. Connor finaly got to come home. I forgot to tell you my other brother has it too so this will happen to again.
