I am in bed with a stupid little cold (lucky I know but OH is at home). I am awful when I am ill. It makes me very weepy and makes me think of how much my DD suffered. Imagine feeling this crap even on your GOOD days.
Blood tranfusions made her feel better. They gave her good days. She was so brave. I mean really, not just saying it. She was so brave and took whatever she had to.
I love those people who gave their blood and platlets. Because what the did was so precious to us. By her second year of treatment she had become allergic to blood products. She had to have single donor tranfusions. I didnt realise that one bag is made up of multiple donors.
So one person gave their blood and the person who came in regularly to donate platelets - I dont think they will ever understand what they did for us. They along with the wonderful community nurses, allowed me to hold my darling girl when she died.
Because her body had stopped making them she would have bled to death and her end would have been dreadful.
But she had platelets every other day and slipped away with me and her dad at her side.
NEVER underestimate what donation is. What it really means.
I know lots of people cant do it. But you can encourage other people to. Get your teenage kids on the case, if you work with young people get them interested. Use my DD iif you want to. Download her photo and show it to them, I dont mind.