I have been told my whole life that couldn’t donate blood. Now at the age of 46, I realized I had no clue why. Earlier in the year, my mother took a fall, shattering her hip and breaking her leg in three places. Both of the injuries required surgery. And during two of the surgeries, she required blood transfusions.
The more I thought about it I realized – I had never tried to donate. Why not give it a shot? I know blood is always needed.
So, I scheduled a donation, answered all the survey questions, and arrived at the time of my appointment. Simple. So was the blood draw itself, thanks to a great team of Red Cross phlebotomists.
After the donation, I waited. Thanks to the Red Cross and its technology I was able to track my blood as it traveled through the different stages of the journey.
Turns out there wasn’t a single reason I couldn’t donate. During each step, I received new information. I also learned I was an O+ donor. A universal and much-needed blood type.
I have since scheduled another appointment and encourage others to do the same.