Jackson's Point of View
Mamaw took me to see Miley today. She didn't look so sick. Maybe she's getting better. When I suggested that to Mamaw she only smiled sadly and shook her head.
"Not yet darlin'," she told me.
"But she doesn't look sick," I pointed out.
"The medication that she's taking is making her sick," Mamaw explained
"So why not stop her medication if it's making her sick," I asked
"Baby the medication has side effect. It's the only way to get her well enough to get her better"
Just then Dr. Red came out.
"How's my Jackson," Dr. Red asked
"Sad," I said, "I want Miley to get better"
"I know you do," Dr. Red said, "You might be able to help her get better"
"Really," I said, "I want to"
"I know you do," he said with a smile, "You'll just have to take a little blood test"
I frowned
"But I haven't studied yet," I said
Dr. Red and Mamaw both laughed. So did Miley. So did Lily. So did Oliver. So did daddy.
"Bud a blood test is when you get your blood taken," daddy explained, "Remember your last Doctor appointment?"
"Oh yeah," I said frowning.
I hated getting my blood taken but it was just a tiny stick. II could take the pain for my sister.
"Lets do it," I said
Dr. Red's Point of View
Robby Ray, Mamaw, Lily and Oliver had already been tested. I got tested also. Robby Ray's came the closet but Miley needed an exact match. She also needed several more chemo sessions before her body could handle a transplant but that's a story for later.