In the operating room,I lay supine on the operating table.
Gazing up at the ceiling, my mind was consumed by a single, unwavering thought: to donate my bone marrow to Mateo for transplantation, so that his leukemia could be cured.
Slowly, I closed my eyes, and surrendered myself to the encroaching darkness brought on by the anesthesia.
As my consciousness gradually blurred, I was plunged into a maelstrom of memories, hurtling back to that fateful avalanche a few years ago.
The snow - capped mountains, once a magnificent and breathtaking sight, transformed in an instant into a hellish battlefield of death.
An overwhelming wall of snow surged towards us.
At that moment, my boyfriend Henry, who was traveling with me along with Amara, let go of my hand without hesitation.
He turned around and grabbed Amara, and the two of them fled in a hurry,.
Despair drowned me completely.
Just when I thought my life was about to end, a figure emerged from the panicked crowd. It was Mateo!
Mateo pulled me tightly into his embrace, using his body as a solid bulwark to shield me.
Amidst the deafening roar and the raging fury of the avalanche, he led me on a perilous quest for survival.
In that moment, I seemed to have found my life's anchor.
After that harrowing adventure, I resolutely parted ways with Henry.
Before long, Mateo proposed to me.
Our married life was peaceful and blissful, with every ordinary day filled with love.
However, fate played another cruel joke.
Not long ago, Mateo was diagnosed with leukemia.
Just when I was feeling utterly desperate and helpless, during a physical examination, the doctor discovered that our bone marrow compatibility was extremely high.
Without a moment's hesitation, I made up my mind to step onto this operating table.
Months later, I gradually recovered, and Mateo was getting better day by day.
Then, I received another piece of wonderful news - I was pregnant.
Holding the prenatal examination report, my heart was like a caged and exuberant fawn.
I trotted all the way home, and before I even had the chance to change my shoes, I eagerly called out Mateo's name.
However, there was no response.
I tiptoed towards the bedroom and faintly heard voices coming from inside.
"Amara, don't worry. These bone marrows are enough to sustain you for a while. This child is nothing but a donor for your bone marrow transplantation,"