I used to write all about our personal lives here on the blog. Then one day in 2012 everything changed, and much of our real life wasn’t something I wanted to write about. I wanted, I needed, to focus on everything else. So there was less day-to-day randomness on the blog, and more curated content. I might still find the strength to one day write it all down and share our story – (it’s not a secret, just so loooong). But I digress, and I tell you this to explain what I’m saying next. It boils down to one statement for now.
In the past four years, my life has been saved at least four times, in whole or in part, by a blood transfusion. Our youngest child’s life also has also been saved by two of those transfusions.
I’ve tried to type those sentences a dozen times without tearing up. I can’t. I lack the words to accurately describe what this means. But someone, somewhere, donated blood and because of that I am still here. My daughter is here.
I’ve respected and taken that for granted in the last four years. Time makes those feelings more crystalline. I recently saw the Blood Center of Wisconsin post a picture of a nearly empty cooler of O negative blood. And it hit home. They were going to reach into that cooler and come up empty.
So, today I’m going to my first regularly scheduled blood donation appointment. Because the only way to say thank you is to pay it forward.
I’m hoping that because I said something about it – you will consider making an appointment too.