I like to donate blood yearly. I have O+, which they love to get. I am a universal donor. Everyone can have O+. But O+ can only have O+. Donating blood makes me feels like I am helping other people with a minimum effort. One time I even did apheresis (donated platelets and plasma and they give you back the red blood cells)
Before the past couple years, the only year I went with out giving blood was the year I got the tattoo. And as soon as that year was over, I gave blood.
Then I got stupid thyroid Cancer, and I have been on a 5 year waiting period. Which if you think about it, it is silly. Thyroid Cancer is slow growing, and it had already spread to my lymph nodes, so I probably had it for years before they found it. And all those years I donated blood, and no one had a problem with it. Maybe they are waiting for any potential issues from the radiation? And if my blood is not good, how come I am not sick? Any ways , just a vent as today is the 3rd anniversary of finding out about it.
And that is a fun story in it self. It took 2 weeks for the pathology to come back. Before surgery, the doctor had told me that it would take about a week. But evidently he told me and my parents that it could take up to 2 weeks if it had to be sent to a specialist and I guess he thought that it would need to go to a specialist. I think this was told when I was a bit high from the anesthesia, as I don't remember. So by the time the the pathology came back I was back at work, and in the full swing of things at work. But I had my phone with me at all times, as no one wants to find out via voice mail that you have cancer.
And I remember that I had a whole plan on when the doctors office would call. I forget the exact timeline I though they would follow. And of course they did not follow my timeline. It was close to 4 in the afternoon, and in my mind the doctor's office would not call that late, so I thought I was safe for the day. And I was actually on a conference training call that I was leading. And then my phone rang and I saw that it was my doctor's office. And well, they told me it was cancerous. Well, she use the word malignant, not Cancer. And I remember, it honestly felt like my blood flowed backwards when she told me. Even though I had been trying to get ready to hear that statement for 2 months, it was still a shock. If I am ever diagnosed with cancer again, it will be a shock again.
I cannot imagine what the clients that I was training thought. As I got back on the phone and basically bye, Roy will finish training. I was on IM with Roy (a coworker) and said that I had an emergency and I would talk with him later.) I actually meet the clients later that year, and they commented on my lovely scar (back then it was very visible) and I was like, yeah.. that scar is why the website took a couple extra months to roll out.. sorry.
Before the past couple years, the only year I went with out giving blood was the year I got the tattoo. And as soon as that year was over, I gave blood.
Then I got stupid thyroid Cancer, and I have been on a 5 year waiting period. Which if you think about it, it is silly. Thyroid Cancer is slow growing, and it had already spread to my lymph nodes, so I probably had it for years before they found it. And all those years I donated blood, and no one had a problem with it. Maybe they are waiting for any potential issues from the radiation? And if my blood is not good, how come I am not sick? Any ways , just a vent as today is the 3rd anniversary of finding out about it.
And that is a fun story in it self. It took 2 weeks for the pathology to come back. Before surgery, the doctor had told me that it would take about a week. But evidently he told me and my parents that it could take up to 2 weeks if it had to be sent to a specialist and I guess he thought that it would need to go to a specialist. I think this was told when I was a bit high from the anesthesia, as I don't remember. So by the time the the pathology came back I was back at work, and in the full swing of things at work. But I had my phone with me at all times, as no one wants to find out via voice mail that you have cancer.
And I remember that I had a whole plan on when the doctors office would call. I forget the exact timeline I though they would follow. And of course they did not follow my timeline. It was close to 4 in the afternoon, and in my mind the doctor's office would not call that late, so I thought I was safe for the day. And I was actually on a conference training call that I was leading. And then my phone rang and I saw that it was my doctor's office. And well, they told me it was cancerous. Well, she use the word malignant, not Cancer. And I remember, it honestly felt like my blood flowed backwards when she told me. Even though I had been trying to get ready to hear that statement for 2 months, it was still a shock. If I am ever diagnosed with cancer again, it will be a shock again.
I cannot imagine what the clients that I was training thought. As I got back on the phone and basically bye, Roy will finish training. I was on IM with Roy (a coworker) and said that I had an emergency and I would talk with him later.) I actually meet the clients later that year, and they commented on my lovely scar (back then it was very visible) and I was like, yeah.. that scar is why the website took a couple extra months to roll out.. sorry.
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because they did it differently in the dark ages, I have never been able to give blood. The two years will fly by.
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