|Warrior Story: My Bone Marrow Transplant Journey
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When I think back on my life, back when I lived with sickle cell disease, I remember my first day of kindergarten — closing my eyes to check if I was feeling pain anywhere in my body. I didn’t. I felt completely normal. That would be the last time I would feel normal for a long time.
Another memory that sticks with me was of a nurse giving me a shot, and the surprised look on her face when I didn’t cry or flinch. I told her there was no point in crying over the things you cannot change. I was resigned to living with pain from sickle cell disease for the rest of my life.
In high school, every morning started with turning off my alarm, rolling over and taking a cocktail of pills: hydroxyurea, penicillin and oxycodone.