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Because I Love My Sister
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She was his twin sister. Not just his sister, but also his best friend.
What sacrifices would YOU make for someone you loved?
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I was sitting in the waiting room with only one other person. He had
been my best friend since high school. He was also my future brother-
in-law.
My twin sister and I have been inseparable since birth. We have done
everything together, shared everything together. We met Allan in high
school, and in no time he became as if he was a third sibling. My
sister Tina would always joke that she had two big brothers looking
after her. I kind of liked it that she called me her big brother. Who
cared that I was only eight minutes older than her. It was still a bond
we had.
Allan, Tina, and I were as close as family. So when Allan proposed to
Tina, we thought it was only right that he become family. It was a love
for the ages.
Allan and I were sitting together in the waiting room. Waiting for news
- good news - ANY good news. The most important person in our lives was
in in an operating room, fighting for her life.
We humored ourselves by recounting happier times, and there were loads
of them. As a matter of fact, if anyone, anywhere ever talked about
Tina, it was invariably a good comment. It's not that people wouldn't
talk bad about Tina. No, it was more that there was never anything bad
to say about Tina. She was my sister, but she was about the most
perfect person on the face of this planet. Allan was lucky to be
marrying her.
We hoped.
They were to be married in about six months. Tina was having the time
of her life making all the arrangements. Mom and dad lived on the other
side of the country, so Tina was on her own. Not that it mattered; she
was in her element and was loving it.
Why did mom and dad live on the other side of the country, you ask? We
have wonderful parents, very loving and caring. But dad is an executive
with a major company, and they move him around to where they need him
every few years. Tina and I grew up in Seattle, so we decided to stay
out here. Our lives were here, our friends were here; Allan was here.
It's funny... Strange I would use that word, how could there be anything
funny about it. We were actually at a wedding the night it happened.
They were friends of ours and Tina was actually a maid of honor. She
was wearing a beautiful white dress, she looked heavenly. Heavenly...
Also a word I really didn't want to be using right now. I know maids of
honor usually do not wear white, but the bride calls the shots at a
wedding, and this is how she wanted it.
Anyway, the wedding was over, and we were at the reception. Allan and
Tina were out on the floor, dancing to 'Unchained Melody'. Tina in her
white dress, and Allan in a black suit, it wasn't too much of a stretch
to imagine this was them at their own wedding. They were the most
beautiful couple out there.
And then she stumbled, tried to regain her composure, but just couldn't
seem to find her footing. It was almost as if she was drunk, she was
all over the place. And then she went down. Allan caught her of course
so she didn't do a face plant, but never the less, she was on the floor,
and wouldn't respond to anyone or anything.
I know the ambulance got there as fast as humanly possible, but I'll be
honest with you, it seemed like days. Medics couldn't revive her
either. Her heart was beating and she was breathing, but when they did
that little light in the eye thing they do, they both got that look on
their face that something was really really bad here.
You know, that is the hardest call in the world to make to a parent.
"Tina is in the hospital" I said. "How is she, is she alright" were the
questions I heard. The same questions you would hear from any caring
parent. I didn't know what to say, so for a moment I said nothing. And
that moment spoke volumes. Then dad spoke, "We'll be on the first plane
we can catch". And the call ended. Did we say anything else? It's all
a blur except for what I told you. I really can't remember.
Two people walked into the waiting room. One was a doctor, and one was
a suit. The doctor started talking. The doctor said something about an
aneurism. He talked about bleeding in the brain. He talked about life
saving measures. The words were just a jumble, only every now and then
one would stick. Aneurism - brain - life support. I did not want to
believe, therefore could not comprehend what was being said to me.
And then he said those words that hit me so hard, they seared into my
brain.
"Mr. Lawson. I am sorry, we did all we could, but your sister is gone."
Allan and I held each other and cried like schoolgirls. They say real
men don't cry. Well, whoever 'they' are, I am sure they never had
someone so dear to them that ripping them away in a fleeting instant was
as if you were ripping out a part of their soul. We did, and we cried.
They just stood there, the doc and the suit. They knew we needed our
time, but they did not leave. No, there was more. They were just
waiting for the right time to let the next hammer fall.
And when Allan and I realized this, we did our best to retain our
composure; to steel ourselves for what was coming next. We sat up
straight, we were broken and exhausted but we prepared ourselves for
whatever else the doctor had to tell us.
I spoke up next. "Tina is an organ donor if that is what you are going
to ask for next". The doctor looked a little ashamed that I knew the
subject of what was going to be discussed next, but I was not prepared
for what he said. "You are right in a way, but actually, we want the
opposite. We want to keep all her vital organs intact, and keep her
body alive, at least for a brief time."
Allan and I were at a loss. "If she is gone, what is the point of
prolonging the agony?" I asked.
"Tina's pregnant."
We didn't know; neither one of us. They went on and told us that it
appeared Tina was about a month pregnant, and they wanted to keep Tina
on life support until they could see if there was any chance of saving
the baby. They said it was unlikely that they could keep Tina on life
support for another eight months and deliver the baby, so they wanted to
so see what else could be done. "You have already lost one family
member tonight; we don't want it to be two."
Then the suit spoke up. She said that this hospital worked closely with
the University of Washington, and had a world class research department.
They wanted to present this issue to them and determine if any actions
could be taken that would potentially save the baby.
Allan and I did not hesitate. We told them we would sign any papers
necessary. They thanked us and told us to go home and get some rest.
There is nothing more we could do tonight. The papers could be signed
tomorrow.
We asked if we could see Tina. They were prepared for this and said
sure, and escorted us back to a room. Tina was lying there alone; Beepy
things everywhere. Heart, breathing, - everything was being monitored.
Her head was wrapped tightly in a clean white bandage. Other than that,
she just looked like she was sleeping. Allan walked up beside her, and
held her hand; wishing for a response, but there was none. He then put
his other hand on her abdomen. It was his child in there.
We stayed with Tina for a bit and then we left. And we went to the
nearest hotel. Either one of us could be home within fifteen minutes,
but neither one of us wanted to go home tonight. Everything in my
apartment would remind me of Tina, and I just couldn't deal with that
right now. Allan felt the same way. We got a room at a Motel 6 and
crashed without so much as taking our shoes off.
My parents arrived early the next morning, and it tore my heart in half
to have to tell them the news. We then met up with them at the hospital
to see Tina once again, and sign the necessary documents. It was while
we were signing the dozen or so forms that the suit from last night
walked in. She sat down with us and then, in a very compassionate and
loving voice said there might be a solution.
I will be honest, that was a lot quicker than I had expected.
She said that there was a division that was working on cutting edge
transplant technology.
My dad spoke up. "So what, you want to transplant a new brain into her
and think it's all going to be okay?"
"Not hardly," she said. "Even if we could do a brain transplant, which
we don't have such technology yet, it wouldn't be Tina in there anyway.
No, I was going to mention..."
"Transfer the baby to another woman," Allan said.
"Not quite, we are quite certain the embryo would not survive such a
transplant. No, we want to transplant the entire uterus. But before
you ask; no we can't just transfer to just any other woman. This is a
critical procedure, and can't just cross match on blood type alone. We
need to get a match on a genetic level. The best possible chance of
success would be to transfer her uterus to a ..."
"twin".
The room was silent, and everyone looked at me. If there was a mirror
in the room, I would have looked at me too.
There was no hesitation, no confusion. No little voice in the back of
my head screaming, "No! This isn't right! This isn't natural! Don't
do it!" Every part of my being was in complete agreement on the right
thing to do.
"Okay," I said. I said it so calmly and matter of factly; as if she had
just offered me a peanut butter sandwich and I had accepted.
The suit was taken aback. I had accepted this too quickly, too calmly.
Apparently I didn't fully understand everything involved. She continued
to explain as if I needed further convincing. "This procedure would
involve removing your penis, your scrotum, and your prostate. Then we
would create a void. Next we would surgically remove the vagina,
uterus, and ovaries from Tina and transplant them into you. This is a
highly invasive procedure, and it is very likely that Tina's body would
expire because of it.
"Your genetics give the greatest chance of your body not rejecting the
transplanted uterus. If the uterus is rejected, it would be
unsalvageable, and would be lost, as would the baby. If your body
rejected the uterus, there would a very slight chance we could reattach
your penis if we keep it on ice after removal. Then there is the chance
that your penis will be totally lost as well. All in all, the odds we
are talking about here are about 50% that the uterine transplant is
successful, 25% that it is unsuccessful, and you are able to return to
your male form, and 25% that everything is unsuccessful, and you come
out of this a eunuch. That's the long and the short of our proposal. I
will leave you alone a bit to discuss it"
I told her there was no need and that we... 'I' would go through with the
procedure.
She looked around the room. Nobody spoke up to contest my statement;
nobody to say, "wait, let's stop and think", or "let's discuss this".
We were all of one mind... or more precisely, one heart. I am sure that
everyone had their own inner thoughts, and for a moment each might have
had conflicting thoughts. But as I said before, I came from a very
close family. We knew and loved each other intimately. We all loved
Tina. Her developing child was part of her, and was part of the family.
I knew we were all of the mindset that if the baby can be saved, then we
would do whatever was necessary; no matter how drastic.
I had no fantasies or desires at any point in my life to be female, so
this was not a factor in deciding the course of action. I love my
sister very much. And if doing this meant that a part of her would
live, or even only have a chance to, then it was worth the risks.
Money also was not an object of concern. My father made good money and
while not overly wealthy, could afford the finer things in life. The
cost of these procedures would more than likely be well within what my
father's bank account could comfortably absorb.
The suit was not satisfied with our response. We were accepting this
way too easy. She spoke to each person in the room eliciting a response
from us individually. She wanted to hear it from each of us in the room
that we were in agreement. What she got was a unity of heart and mind.
Everyone voiced their opinion, and as expected echoed each other's
sentiments. We loved Tina, and were a very close family. They wanted
to save the baby. Although they would not ask or demand that I do this,
they agreed with me that it should be done, and were glad I had made the
decision. My parents added that they were proud I had also come to my
decision without any hesitation whatsoever.
Finally the suit said, "Very well, if everyone is in agreement, I will
have the necessary documents drawn up, and the necessary people
informed."
Two days later turned out to be a busy day. We were back at the
hospital to have a meeting with the doctor that would be handling the
process. He had us sign several legal documents, and then explained how
it would all work out. This would not be a short and easy procedure by
any means.
The longer they left Tina on life support, the greater the risk to the
baby, so they wanted to affect the transplant as soon as was safe. But
the new host (me) had to be prepped. I was obviously male. Step one
would be castration, which would effectively cut off the testosterone
production in my body. At the same time they would begin to introduce
estrogen into my system. The purpose here was to kind of retune the
inner workings of my body to start acting and thinking like a female.
Thirty days later, they would schedule the actual transplant. The
doctor said he would like it to be a longer period on the estrogen, but
for the sake of the embryo, sooner was better than later. Lastly, the
doctor said the healthier I was, and the more physically fit I was, it
would minimize the chance of rejection, and make for a shorter and
healthier recovery.
Again, two days later, I was scheduled for outpatient surgery to be
permanently castrated. It was relatively quick, relatively painless,
and it was done. I was home that afternoon, and for the next few days I
was on medications to keep the pain and swelling down. I also started
on estrogen as the doctor had said would be required. As soon as I
could stand being up and around, I signed up for a membership at the
local YMCA. I wasn't in bad shape physically, but definitely had room
for improvement. The next three and a half weeks would be the most
physically grueling of my life. I refused to crash diet or starve
myself, instead I intended to eat healthy, monitor my intake, and push
myself daily to my body's physical limits.
By the time I was entering the hospital for the actual transplant, I had
dropped twelve pounds and was feeling better physically than I had in a
long time. I hoped it was enough - for Tina's sake. My parents had
gone back to the east coast for a very brief time to settle some
affairs, but arrived back in Seattle two days before the surgery. They
said they would be there for me at all the critical stages. This was
one of them to be sure. Allan was still there with me as well. He was
still my best friend; he was Tina's lover, and the father of her child.
For any and all of the reasons listed, he promised he would be there
with me the entire way. So as I entered the hospital, the whole family
was there with me.
Before doing anything else we went to see Tina. If the doctors were
right, it was very unlikely Tina would survive the procedure.
Respecting Tina to the last, and if tonight she breathed her last
breath, there was a team of surgeons standing by for another reason: to
harvest her usable organs. Tina wanted it that way; to do one last bit
of good for the world.
We said what we needed to say. Prayed one last prayer, and it was time
for the hardest goodbye of my life.
I was taken away to be prepared for surgery. My parents and Allan were
taken to a waiting room. A waiting room Allan knew way too well
unfortunately.
When I awoke I was told it was a full fifteen hours later. The surgery
itself I was told took about nine and a half hours. Mom was sitting
beside me. They said they were unsure when I would wake up, so were
taking shifts being with me. Mom made a call on her cell phone, and dad
and Allan were bed side about forty-five minutes later.
They said we had in fact lost Tina during the evening. But as we spoke,
her heart was still beating, and being flown to Denver to extend another
person's life. As for us, as for me, the doctors said the transplant
appeared to be a success. Where I once had a penis, I now had a vagina;
Tina's vagina. Now the wait was on to see if my body would reject it.
I was out of the hospital in about a week. For the time the doctors
said everything was looking very optimistic. The extensive bruising was
slowly starting to heal, and there was pain, but I was starting to
develop feeling as well. All indicators, according to the doctors, that
there was proper blood flow to my pelvic regions. Most importantly of
all, several ultrasound tests indicated that the embryo inside the womb
had survived the transplant as well, and all indications were that it
should develop normally.
I moved into Allan's apartment. There was much more room there than my
own apartment and Allan would be around to help me out. For at least
the first few weeks after the transplant, the doctors said, I would
definitely need some assistance.
To everybody's relief, the transplant healed nicely, and within three
weeks I was up and about again. But I still had a difficult road ahead
of me. Outwardly, I still mostly looked like a guy. I mean face it; I
had only started taking hormones two months ago, and only had a vagina
for less than a month.
I knew my body would start changing, and I accepted that, but I wasn't
going to rush things, I would just adjust to things as they came along.
And although I didn't look or act the part in any great measure, I was
at least legally female. Once the transplant was completed, the
hospital facilitated the change on all the necessary legal documents.
Most people when they get a sex-change operation, they have an
artificial vagina. Me, I had the real deal, and to top it off, I was
pregnant! If that didn't make me legally female, I don't know what else
would.
Okay, so trying to live as a regular old guy didn't last that long. It
appears that when a woman gets pregnant, it usually causes her breasts
to increase in size. As I hadn't grown any yet, the hormones my body
was producing kick started that process into overdrive. Within two
months, nobody could deny I had breasts, and I just couldn't hide them.
My days as a man were definitely behind me.
I didn't hide my situation from the world either. Actually I embraced
it. I told everyone who mattered in my life: Friends, co-workers,
bosses, and even casual acquaintances. I received almost 100% support.
This made things easier in several ways. First off, since people
understood, I wasn't ostracized. The community openly accepted me. But
secondly, it generated sympathy and support. People came out of the
woodwork to help me with my cause. Not the least of which, several
women co-workers went out of their way to help me with the finer things
about becoming a woman: Things such as make-up, clothes, mannerisms,
feminine hygiene, and helping me develop a feminine voice.
I still went to the YMCA on a regular basis. I had started to develop a
nicely toned body, and wanted to keep it that way. But I was sure to
ease up on my work-outs so as not to do anything that would endanger the
baby.
I never moved back out of Allan's. We were still just good friends,
nothing more, but we had decided that when this child was born it would
have a stable home, which meant two parents, a mother and a father.
Once it was determined I wouldn't be returning to my old apartment, I
packed up my belongings and terminated the lease. Allan and I were to
be roomies for the long haul.
And so it went. The hormones did their work as expected. Skin got
softer, face became more feminine, let my hair grow out, and my voice
was becoming decidedly more feminine.
At the same time, my breasts got larger, and my belly grew outward.
Happily this was turning out to be a very healthy pregnancy.
I always saw Allan as Allan, my best friend. But as I started to
develop more and more into a woman, he started to show more and more
affection towards me.
After several months of this, Allan no longer saw me as a guy friend in
any way. I was his girlfriend, plain and simple. Finally, one night we
were out at dinner, and I was getting ready to give him the 'let's just
be friends speech'. To me he was still just my best friend. But as I
looked across the table at him, I realized we would be spending a lot of
time together, and maybe I should ease up a bit, and just let nature
take its course. Maybe...
He came over to my side of the table, and looked me in the eyes. He
said I was getting prettier and prettier each day, and he was glad that
we could be together. He said being with me was almost as if he was
with Tina. Any other girl would have been highly insulted. I took it
as the highest form of praise. He held me close, and we both felt it:
A magnetism. We were drawing close to each other. My breath quickened
as I could feel his breath on mine and I knew his lips were getting
dangerously closer.
And then it happened.
My water broke.
About three hours later I gave birth to Tina's child. If this was a
perfect world, I would give birth to a beautiful baby girl and named her
Tina after her mother. But Tina was no longer with us which made this a
far from perfect world. And as such, I gave birth to a baby boy. But
for what it was worth, it was the most beautiful little boy I had ever
seen. We named him Timothy Allan Wheeler after his parents. ('Tina'
was a decidedly female name, and 'Timothy' was as close as we could come
to a male version of the name.)
I had done this willingly and without hesitation or regret. I did it
because I wanted to preserve a part of my sister. When I look into
Timmy's eyes, I see my sister. When Allan and I kiss, I know his is
kissing both of us, both me, and the spirit that is Tina within me. And
because of the transplant, I can honestly say that a part of Tina does
in fact live inside me. I love my sister very much. There are those
who would correct me. My sister is gone, and I should be referring to
her in the past tense. I should say I 'loved' my sister. But in so
many ways a part of her still lives today, and I feel much better saying
I 'LOVE' my sister. She is not gone, she is still here making the world
a much better place.
Epilogue:
It was a lot of work, and it took a good two years before I looked,
acted, and felt 100% woman. I am happy to say that I enjoy being a
woman and a mother, there is nothing like it. Allan and I continued to
grow even closer, and eventually he did ask me to marry him. I happily
said yes. Two years to the day after Tina and Allan were to be married,
he married me.
Standing at the altar, and after having read the vows, Allan was told he
could kiss the bride. He raised my veil and said, "You are as beautiful
of a bride as Tina would have been." I smiled, and then we kissed.
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