I am no longer the primary donor. It seems Mar picked up a lingering virus in her childhood which I didn’t. Therefore, my stem cells would probably not recognize it and cause trouble in Mar’s system. It’s too risky. I know the extent of my medical understanding must seem very impressive. Dad has now taken over the privilege of being primary donor. As we speak he is running around taking different medical tests. As disappointed and uncomprehending as I am, I couldn’t think of a worthier person. May all his tests go exceedingly well. We should find out by Monday if he is a suitable match.
The other day in town, we raided the bookstore. Mara always carries 2 to 3 books with her. A trait she inherited from Dad. And so we replenished her ambulant library. Her eye caught Milan Kundera’s “Unbearable Lightness of Being”. Both Dad and I tried dissuading her from buying it. I nearly succumbed to a depression after the third page…This only serves to intrigue Mar more. And so in the evening while I read up on Charlize Theron’s views on Hollywood women in the “MarieClaire” magazine, Mara ventures into Milan’s complicated and misunderstood world. Not surprisingly, she enjoys it. Mara has always had a deeper darker side that I could never have, even with all the lights turned off.
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