It has been 56 days since my last blood donation. I was eligible to donate again today, and guess what I did? I went down stairs for the blood drive. Now while I am still keenly aware that Jacob was saved by a pint of vintage red, I will admit that my adamants about doing this does not solely derive from that life changing event, though it is a big factor its not the primary one today. No, once I have donated 3 times in the period of one 12 month period I gain a day of paid time off. So even had Jacob not needed the life giving juice I would still have trudged downstairs and donated first thing this morning. Though with this pint like the last I am more grateful than normal for donors.
So tell me, how many of you went out and donated since we had this conversation the last time? I am not interested in excuses so please don’t fill my comments section with them. Just ask yourself why you didn’t? Ask yourself why you won’t? And don’t tell yourself you can’t. After all many of you are infertility survivors. Each month you bared your belly, or thigh and poked it with a needle containg Follistim, Ganirelix, HCG and more in the quest to have a baby. Yet when the time comes to spend an hour donating life saving cells the excuses come.
I know I sound judgmental, and perhaps I am but I don’t care. I know on a blog it sounds trivial, and is easily forgotten once you hit send on a comment card. I am also aware that when Jacob received his transfusion that he was well out of the danger zone from which he arrived at the emergency room, but I would love to meet his donor. I would love to know their story. Why did they choose that day to donate? What could they have been doing during that hour when instead they rolled up their sleeve and allowed a vein to be pierced? Do they have children? Were they a first time donor? Do they wonder if their blood is ever used?
1 hour, 1 pint, 1 life saved. In the words of NIKE—Just Do It.