Sitting by her hospital bed, I stroked her hair. She was my miracle; the one that I had pursued with and for over the last 9 years. I looked over at the medicine pumps on the poles that we had drug around the Intensive Care Unit over the past 3 months.
Fifteen pumps on 3 poles. I put my hand on her chest, and felt it rhythmically going up and down with the help of a machine. I remember what I told her the day she was born, “I will fight for you for as long as you fight.”