Friday, August 12, 2011
Something you might not know about me
Since high school, I have been a registered organ donor. When I die, I hope to be spread from here to kingdom come, giving life, health, sight and wellness to many.
Since 1995, I have been on the bone marrow donor registry. In all that time, I have only been called once as a possible match. I went in for another round of blood work, per the registry's request. I was not close enough to what they needed. That was that. This was about eight years ago.
I will admit that the thought of actually being a match for someone makes me nervous. It's not like donating blood. There are plenty of shots and needles involved. Lots of hours to prepare before the procedure. Some minimal recovery time after. You may or may not have contact with the person you help. You may never get called. You may receive a call quickly.
Yet, through all of that nervousness, all I keep thinking is, "What if my child or my husband needed marrow? What if their life depended on it? Would we accept a donation from a perfect stranger?"
You bet we would. We would be so utterly grateful. If we are willing to accept it, then we should be willing to donate if we qualify.
If you've never considered it, please just think about it. Learn about it. If you have signed up previously, make sure you information is up to date. There is a massive need for those with diverse racial and ethnic heritage, as you are most likely to match with someone of your same race or ethnicity. Currently there are far too many people waiting who are African American, American Indian, Alaska Native, Asian, Native Hawaiian, Pacific Islander, Hispanic, Latino and those of mixed races and ethnicity.
It's the weekend. Ponder it. The link will still be here when you get back on Monday.
Dude, you could help somebody ... ya' know ... NOT DIE.
Not to mention, it will make you a bone marrow slut, like me. We'll give it out to ANYBODY!