My name is Noelle Langston. I was named after my brother, Noah. Noah was seven years older than me. Before I was born, he fell gravely ill. My grandmother, Elizabeth Cole, said that they had taken him everywhere for treatment—first to the village doctor, then to a major hospital in the city. He was diagnosed with leukemia, and they were told that there was no cure.My parents, Irene Hudson and John Langston, didn't quite understand what leukemia meant, and could only say, "We'll find the money for his treatment."The doctor looked them up and down. Then, he shook his head."He has acute leukemia, and it's already progressed to the late stages. The malignant white blood cells are proliferating and inhibiting the growth of his other bone marrow cells. Even with treatment…"Upon hearing this, Mom fainted on the spot. When she woke up, she found herself surrounded by people. Grandma and Dad were standing beside her. Both of them were in tears."You're pregnant with another child,
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