Hello Down There
It was 12 years ago on this day I donated bone marrow. I’m not sharing this story to garner praise. I’m no saint. I mock adults who wear Tigger sweatshirts and snub Salvation Army bell ringers at Christmas. I’ve found it’s best not to make eye contact. I usually pretend to be looking for my keys. Honey, if I gave money every time I left a store I would be broke.
I am not sure what possessed me to register as a bone marrow donor. I was living in New Jersey getting drunk all the time and sleeping around. Oh wait, that was Snookie. I was working as a nanny. On my day off I decided to go for a walk in my favorite park. Clearly, I was a wild and crazy gal! Unfortunately, crews were filming the TV Show “Ed” and the park was closed. So, I took a different route. Along the way I noticed a church was hosting a bone marrow drive. I kept walking. I drove halfway home when something told me to go back. I got a call a few years later. I was a match. I felt like I won the lottery. Yes, my idea of winning big is having a giant needle inserted in my bone. I wish they would have warned me that I would be lying face down, bare assed in front of a surgical team during the procedure. I would have ordered Buns of Steel. I don’t know if I would have worked out, but I would have ordered it.
I walked out of that hospital feeling like a million bucks. I knew the recipient was a child; a toddler. He was going to live because of me. I was his angel. It turned out I was wrong and he would be mine. That sweet baby passed away in the arms of his loving parents. I struggled with his death. I still do. My heart aches for his family. I found his parents on the Internet. I basically stalked them for selfish reasons. I needed to say I was sorry. I was sorry their baby’s body rejected my bone marrow. I was sorry I couldn’t help them. I was sorry I would never get to meet their little boy. Most people would have filed a restraining order. This family did the opposite and embraced me. They are incredible people. Every year on this date they thank me. I don’t feel worthy. I should be thanking them. Their strength, faith and love is inspiring. Plus, as far as I can tell, they don’t wear cartoon character sweatshirts.
I hope you will consider registering to be a bone marrow donor. You could be the person who gives a family a glimmer of hope in their darkest days. Better yet, you could save a life.
You are a saint for that one.
Beautifully written, funny (I would have ordered buns of steel) and tragic simultaneously. Love the Movie Ed…love your blog. Going to follow. Feel free to stop in my end of the blog-o-sphere sometime.
Lake Forest, CA
Bless you!!!!!!!! Baby Shae is the child of a childhood friend, who is now a close blessed friend. I am not surprised at how they embraced you. They truly are great people. And so are you.
Thank you for being a donor.
May the Lord bless you and keep you. <3
I love this story…..the child was my cousin’s son. What a selfless act. And you are right, the family are angels themselves.