THE SHADOWS STILL REMAIN

That morning, it felt as though even the sun had conspired to make everything perfect. The news that they had found a donor gave us the certainty that a critical period lay ahead for Jimi, one that would demand even greater care.

My little bunny and I returned to the hospital. A new battle began. It included the final tests, intensive chemotherapy—they called it conditioning therapy—and total isolation to prevent any infections.

I allowed no one else into the room, ...