Chemotherapy has been hard on my son. As predicted, all of his blood counts have bottomed out. He has required both a blood (red cell) transfusion and a platelet transfusion, and will most certainly require more.
As the nurse hung the blood bag up and set it to infuse into his central line, she asked if I needed her to cover it with a bag, if it bothered me to see it hanging there. I said no, that it was fine.
I watched it going in, seeing the blood willingly given from someone somewhere, someone who has never met me or my son. Each drop that fell seemed like life being infused back into him, and I was profoundly grateful for this anonymous and selfless gift.
Thank you to each and everyone of you who has ever taken the time to lie on that plastic table and donate a unit of blood to the blood bank. I've done it before, and it never seemed like that big of a deal. Now that I'm on the receiving end of the gift, I can assure you that it is a huge deal. Next time you give blood imagine a human being on the other end of that tubing. You are truly saving a life.