in her sweet voice that never fails to melt my heart； “the blood bank called and asked if I would donate blood。 Would you e and donate with me？” I couldn’t refuse her。
The first and only time I had donated blood was during the Gulf War ten years ago。 My best friend was a nurse in a M。 A。 S。 H。 unit on the front line； and I did it for her。 I also sent her a care package full of goodies and necessities she couldn’t get over there in the middle of hell。 I remember how good it made me feel to do this for her。
I didn’t know before going to the blood bank； that I would be able to donate blood in the name of someone specific。 There was a bulletin board with photos of children who were patients at Children’s Hospital。 It was the same hospital where I had lost my daughter for cancer two years prior； so my heart went out to these children who were battling life…threatening illnesses。 One photo was of a little black girl； only 9 years old； and her beautiful face； although swollen from drugs； spoke to me。 Her name was Alexis； and she was battling cancer。 She had been fighting the disease most of her life； and I read where she had been in remission5 twice； but the cancer had returned for a third time。 I requested to donate my blood in Alexis’s name。 電子書 分享網站
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I braved the needle and the procedure was relatively painless。 The blood bank wanted to give me a stuffed animal and a T…shirt； but I declined。 I wasn’t there to get anything for my effort； but was there only to give。 A month and a half later； I went back； and then a month and a half after that； I went back again。 I felt this was something I could do； and so I made a promise to myself to go as often as I could while I was in good health。
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