When I first learned of Mischa's condition, my heart took consolation on the thought that we were given Mischa because God knew we were capable of loving her more than we thought possible. In my mind, it is a given fact that I will be the donor, should we push through with the liver transplant.
It goes beyond that though. I realized that I need Mischa more than she needs me. If we were not in this situation, I wouldn't have valued health as much as I do now. If my Mischa wasn't sick, I wouldn't have known who would have really stood by me through this hurdle. And if it weren't for my Mischa, I would have stayed obnoxious thinking that I can survive with as little help from other people.
Yes, I need my Mischa. If only to remind that there are a lot of good people, supportive friends, and loving family around me, I need her more than I have ever known.
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