“You need a bone marrow transplant,” I said.
And then he shut down.
Shut down by fear.
I had to nudge him back to love.
I listened to all his concerns.
I observed his body language.
I verbalized my understanding.
I empathized by putting myself in his shoes.
He said, “My blood counts are shot. I don't have enough red blood cells to carry oxygen to the rest of the body. I'll do whatever I have to do.”
He's still alive.