“Your brother is even less suitable! He’s the backbone of this family; we rely on him. Can’t the hospital do anything else?”
“The doctor said it’s already at an advanced stage; a liver transplant is the fastest and most effective option.”
“I think the hospital just wants to milk you for money. Anyway, your dad and I are busy. I’ll talk to you later.”
Her words sent a chill through me. I couldn’t believe my mother could be so heartless.
A nurse looked at me with pity. “Why not ask your husband’s family to see if they can help with a match? The chances may be slim, but it’s worth a shot.”
Thinking back on my miserable life, with parents who favored sons and never considered my feelings, and my time at my in-laws’ where I was treated like a servant, I realized I had no one to care for me even now that I was ill.
In desperation, I called my husband, but each time I got through, he hung up immediately.
After several attempts, I had no choice but to call Margaret. As soon as she heard I needed a donor match, she hung up on me.
For the next few days, I couldn’t reach them. Finally, after another bout of unconsciousness, they decided to show up.