We just learned that my 2-year-old child has thalassemia.

As we sat in the sanitarium room, our hearts pounding with fear, the croaker

             gave us the  ruinous news- our child had thalassemia. We were both stunned into silence. We had  noway  heard of the  complaint  ahead and had no idea what it meant for our child'sfuture.The croaker

             explained that thalassemia is a  inheritable blood  complaint that prevents the body from producing enough hemoglobin, a protein in the red blood cells that carries oxygen. This meant that our child would need regular blood transfusions tosurvive. We were overcome with a sense of helplessness and despair. How were we supposed to take care of a child with a life- hanging  illness? We felt lost and alone, with no idea where to turn forhelp. As we left the sanitarium, we made a solemn oath to do everything in our power to help our child. We began  giving blood every weekend, hoping that it might make a difference. But we soon realized that we  demanded to find a compatible  patron for our child, andfast. We reached out to our  musketeers and family, asking if anyone knew of a implicit  patron. We indeed posted on social media, hoping to reach a wider  followership. But we were met with silence, and our hunt felthopeless. We just learned that my 2- time-old child has thalassemia. We  contribute blood every weekend. Please help me( we're  presently looking for adonor. At the moment, my child is 2 times old and our croaker

             says she has time until 4 times old.