I stepped onto the elevator, and pressed the glowing “3” button. I waited patiently, then heard the elevator ding, letting me know that I had reached my destination. After reading the giant “Bone Marrow Transplant Unit” sign, I began to make my way through the maze of hallways. I eventually found the room I had been looking for. “Room 525 Byron Whisenant”. I slowly opened the door, and as I walked in I noticed how excited everyone was to be there. Usually hospital visits are scary or boring. But, not this day. This day was going to be the best hospital visit ever.
For the past nine months, we have had nothing but bad news. I hadn’t seen my dad genuinely happy. Actually none of my family had been since we found out that he had CMML Leukemia. So, strolling into a room full of smiles was extremely refreshing. My entire family had bought matching “Team Byron” shirts for his big day. My mother even got him a “Fighting/Surviving Leukemia” shirt. We all wore them proudly, of course. While waiting for the transplant to begin, we took pictures and exchanged memories we had with Dad the past couple of months. Some stuff he couldn’t remember. We talked about the good and bad, only because we were so grateful to be in the position we were that day. The look on Dad’s face was indescribable. I have never seen him look so happy and excited and relieved. That…show more content… She announced that the transplant was about to begin. She hooked up the bag of bone marrow, generously donated by my uncle, and attached it to Dad. The tube connected Dad and the bone marrow was clear, and you could see the tiny cells rushing through it. We all sat around, in awe, watching as Dad was getting cured right in front of our eyes. Every now and then we’d question him about how it felt, or if he felt bad. But, he always felt great. He was thrilled. After an hour, the nurse came back in and removed the bag. This is when the real party
