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Two Minutes

While reading this post by Tric, over at My Thoughts on a Page, I was reminded. The envelope. I had sent for it, and then in the business of every day life, had sat it aside to be dealt with later. But cancer doesn’t wait, and those waiting for bone marrow have already been through enough, that they shouldn’t have to wait. So last night I got out the envelope that had been tucked back in the cupboard, behind the vitamins, and the ibuprofen. I swabbed the inside of my cheeks, and sealed the samples up in the envelope. Today I dropped it in the mail. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could do something so amazing as to give someone my bone marrow in the hopes that it would help them go on living?


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12 thoughts on “Two Minutes

  1. Thank you so much for highlighting this in a post. Imagine something so simple can end up saving a life. My friends boy is doing well. He is still in hospital but the bone marrow is working beautifully. Hopefully a whole new future is ahead of him. We can never ever express what we think of the young girl who gave those two minutes initially.
    By coincidence, I did my “Freshly Impressed” post today and I chose your fictional post as one of my three! πŸ™‚

  2. This comment has very little to do with what you posted (sorry?). BUT, I clicked on the link and checked out “My Thoughts On A Page” (maybe I should have just typed Tric what with it being shorter and all). I have been reading and laughing ever since. THANK YOU!

  3. Good for you. A friend of mine was a marrow donor. She said it was a bit of an ordeal, but she just imagined the ordeal that cancer patients go through, and then it wasn’t so bad. It is a noble effort to give to a stranger what may save his life. Feel good about it.

  4. You are wonderful πŸ™‚ I think it’s great to be able to help people like that!

  5. Hi thankss for posting this

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