This may turn into a lengthy (and somewhat heartfelt) ramble..
Throughout my life I've always intended to give blood. It's something that's always appealed - and it's so easy to do. Just sit there and let the blood donation team take what they need. [And have a brew afterwards!]
Yet somehow I never got round to actually giving.
There's always been a reason (i.e. excuse) why I didn't. I was too busy. I couldn't get there. I had no-one to go with. I forgot. I'll go next time.........
But on Easter Monday that all changed.
On Easter Monday I spent 12 hours in hospital, 9 of which were spent receiving 3 units of blood (about a pint and a half in "old money") via transfusion in readiness for me to begin the radio and chemo treatments.
Lying there, watching the blood enter my system, I felt very grateful, very humble and a little guilty.
Three people - three anonymous, wonderful people - had taken time out of their busy lives to donate blood. They'd not made excuses, cried off or taken the easy way out. No. They'd given generously, not knowing who would receive it, but gave nonetheless.
Those three people could have contributed towards saving my life.
They are unsung heroes. I hope they understand the good they're doing.
Jacqui x
Saturday 5/10 - tired, tired, tired :-(
Sunday - 9/10 - lovely day with A in the sunshine :-)
Monday - 8/10 - long day at hospital but very worthwhile
Tuesday - 7/10 - achy, groggy and sleepy :-(
Wednesday 8/10 - on the way back up!!
