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When the doctor said I was the only compatible donor, everyone in that room looked at me as if I had just become a hero.

My wife, Laura, covered her mouth with both hands and began to cry.

Her mother rushed toward me and hugged me.

Even the nurse smiled with relief.

For them, the nightmare was finally over.

There was only one thing left to do.

I had to donate my bone marrow and try to save my nine-year-old stepson, Tomás.

Nobody doubted what my answer would be.

Nobody imagined that I would sit there in silence for several seconds…

then slowly push my chair back.

I stood up.