Its my story.
trained well enough to treat me. We drove for two hours in search of a hospital that would take me in.
When I was four, I fell and broke my arm. A compound fracture wasn't common in Mexico so the doctors weren't
When we finally found a hospital that could care for me, their surgeon had already left for the day so they called him back.
They tried to do an emergency blood transfusion but they didn't have any of my blood type in stock. So the panic set in, my family called everyone they knew to find someone with my blood type.
Will she make it doctor?
I'm afraid without a blood transfusion she won't make it.
My uncle who lived an hour away had my blood type, so he rushed over to the hospital and donated his blood, saving my life.
The doctors called me a miracle and a fighter because I should have died with how much blood I lost.
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