Saturday, 14 May 2016

A Ray of Light

There's no other way of putting it.....Wednesday I was in a towering grump and being an evil old witch. No excuses- probably over tired but I am big enough and ugly enough to know when I need an early night. I came in from work muttering and griping over my woes and then got even more irritable with myself because I knew that what I was groaning and moaning about was trivial. Thankfully Mr GBT has the patience of a saint and he quietly slipped off, returning with a much needed cuppa and his listening ears firmly sellotaped on. Having generously shared all my load with him I started to settle and then one small thing completely turned it all around.....

Our soon to be 18 year old son sauntered in and casually mentioned in passing that he'd received a text message to say that the blood he'd donated earlier this month had been sent to a hospital in Wolverhampton. That stopped me in my tracks as I realised my child [as do many others] had helped to save another person's life and just how incredible that is when you stop and think about it. He signed up as a donor on his 17th birthday last year without telling me first and it has been one of my proudest parenting moments of late. This joins it...yes we will celebrate hopefully a good set of exam results in a few months time which he's working very hard for at the present time, but this for me is much bigger than all that. Although sadly I am no longer able to donate he joins my Mum who has been doing so for fifty years. I know how pleased she was when I told her. I think this feedback must be a new thing.



Arilx


5 comments:

  1. S'funny how things turn around, I know what you mean when your child suddenly turns into an adult and does the most amazing grown up stuff which grabs you by the throat and heart, nice one xx

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  2. Well done him! I'm afraid I have never given blood; only to the nurse who comes every 3 months, and I find that difficult enough.

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  3. That is a special story-thanks for sharing. I too can't donate any longer, or at least have been denied the last few years when I have tried. Having benefited from a blood transfusion myself 18 month ago, it is a miraculous gift to receive.

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  4. We can no longer donate - the daft French won't accept our blood because, apparently, we may have mad cow disease from having lived in the UK during the 80s. However, we can, should we wish to, donate our mad cow infected organs, and they will happily buy blood from the UK bloood banks in dire emergencies. Logic? What's that? Our friend now just lies and says she wasn't in the UK in the times of mad bovines.
    On a related note, I felt inordinately proud of my nephew when he casually mentioned he was going into hospital the next week to donate bone marrow. What a star.

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    1. Amazing about your nephew. The teenogre is on the register.
      Arilx

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