"No," Donald Johnson shook his head, "If it really doesn't work out, I can only use my own bone marrow."
"But... your compatibility with him is only forty percent..."
Not even half.
Not even half!
If anything went wrong, Samuel Johnson wouldn't make it.
Mrs. Johnson clasped her head in her hands, as tears dropped one by one: "When is the surgery that the doctor mentioned scheduled?"
"In a week," Donald Johnson said, sighing deeply, "Samuel can't hold on for that long..."
He too wished to wait, in the hope that a donor might appear, someone with a compatible bone marrow could emerge.
But with his illness, how could there be time to wait that long?
"So you mean..." Mrs. Johnson looked up frantically, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared at her husband, "if the surgery fails in a week..."
Donald Johnson pursed his lips slightly, his eyes reddening just a bit.
In a week, if the surgery failed, they would lose their son.
