<b>Chapter </b>42


    Lydia


    I adjusted en my seat leaning out to hear the report. He pushed the brown envelope in me


    “What did the report say? Lasked, looking down at it without touching it. Fear has begun to read into my skin with the look on the doctor’s top


    He wasn’t smiling. He just held a sodermis look on his face. That a bad feeling about this.


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    He pushed his ces up the bridge of his nose,


    I picked up the envelope without opening it. The name of the hospital and the address were in one corner of 19.


    “Her kidney has be had,” he stated. “We knew this before,” Treplied.


    We knew it from birth.


    I was what we talked about earlier. He shook his head <b>as </b>if to tell me what he meant. This time was different


    “You have to understand that this is not the <b>end </b>of the world. With the fear in <b>your </b>eyes, I will advise that <b>you </b>hold yourself as the you this.” He continued, and I nodded a bit too <b>briskly</b>, urging him to <b>carry </b><b>on </b>


    “Mnie will need a kidney transnt.” My world stopped, my eyes widened.


    “What did you <b>say</b>?” I asked not because I didn’t hear him but because I wanted to allow him to change the mess


    Or maybe didn’t hear him properly.


    “I’ll keep an eye out for a kidney.” He had said thest test would decide the type of treatment, but a part of me had bald my heart, hoping it wasn’t <b>a </b>transnt. I guess I am not as lucky as I wanted to be.


    I blinked rapidly, trying to send <b>back </b>the tears that were threatening to fall


    It was bad, I knew it but I never thought it <b>had </b>gotten to that stage.


    Over the years with Mnie and with us always being in the hospital, I’vee to know a lot about kidney disease and <b>all </b>


    This can’t be the fifth <b>stage</b>.


    My entire body trembled, “I am not <b>ready </b>to lose my daughter, doctor. I ced both hands together, rubbing them.


    “You won’t lose her. She will get better with <b>a </b>kidney.” His voice was calm as he spoke.


    I shook my head.


    “I’ve heard of cases where the patients were able to curtail their sickness, and it never rose more than stage three. Why is <b>Mnie’s </b>situation different?” | wanted to know.


    I’ve sessfully held back my tears, but it didn’t stop my heart from being ripped apart.


    I wished this upon myself a thousand times more than for my baby


    Oh, my poor baby!


    I ced the envelope on my <bp </b>


    The doctor lounges forward and sps his hands together.


    “Mnie is just five; you know she also has hypertension, and the Huld <b>buildap </b>from her falling w heart; if we want to keep her alive. Then we’ll need a kidney transnt.” He exined, his voice soft.


    His eyes held a gentle look, but I couldn’t hold it for long; I helt i would break downpletely


    “We can have the surgery; I am ready to give you any amount you want.” All my fortune. I just want my baby in be find.


    I rubbed ity palm on myp, “how fast can we got the transnt done!”


    “We’ll have to search for a kidney that matches hers” He said, I nodded, he continued, “but it is not always easy to get one. it will take two or thre months. He said.


    Helt my heart lightened.


    Tears slid down my face, and he passed a tissue to me,


    “I’m sorry about this. He said. I took the tissue and dabbed my cheeks with it. It quickly became soaked from tears.


    “Does Mnie…” my voice <b>brake</b>. The question was in my head but I couldn’t bring myself to <b>say </b>it


    “Does Mnie have up to that time? Will my girl be able to hold on before then?”


    I had to know.


    “Yes. In typical cases, she should. For now, we’ll watch her condition<b>.</b>” He said.


    As I walked back to Mnie’s room, I felt my <b>pain </b>transform into anger,


    Why was this happening?


    Mnie is so young. She has never hurt anyone in her life, so why does she have to go through all this?


    Why do I have to watch my daughter experience this?


    Isn’t it time for my suffering to end?


    My mind reverts back to the time when they were just babies, still in the incubator.


    I was close to the room, but my legs couldn’t carry me. I ignored the weird looks thrown at me by some people passing by


    Most of them had bigger issues, but they had the time to judge me with their eyes, not <b>that </b>I minded.


    My legs suddenly grew weak.


    I didn’t want to go into the room with puffy eyes. Thest <b>thing </b>I wanted was to make them worried


    I nned to keep this news away from them.


    I won’t tell them until find a suitable kidney for transnt.


    My shoulder shook. I rested my hand in myp, leghing forward, I propped my face with my palm. While sitting on the bench.


    When I thought I had had enough, I stood and dried my <b>eyes</b><b>. </b>


    I raised my phone to my eye level to check the condition of my eyes.


    It was puffy but better than before, plus could easily make an excuse.


    immediately, the door opened, and I walked into the room, Mom nted a kiss on Mnie’s head, “they said she can be discharged tomorrow. <b>I </b>want to


    go prepare for her retum. We are celebrating”


    Yay! Victory ice cream!” Liam cried, “I’ll go with granny.” He said. I had no problem with it.


    Immediately they left, Mia walked in.


    “Ma’am, the contract for thend has been approved. We got thend.”


    <b>A</b>