On May 18th, I made my 7th donation. I’m exactly half way there to replacing the whole blood used to try and save my Dad’s life. The night he passed away, I was living on the other side of the country and could not be by his side. He received 14 units of whole blood and 10 units of plasma that night. Those precious donations allowed my family extra time with him and for that, we’ll be forever grateful. Losing him was a shock and we all struggled with coping, especially since I was 2,000km away. One of the biggest parts of my healing process and dealing with the grief of sudden loss, was my decision to donate blood. It was my way of turning those negative feelings into something positive. I’ve always wanted to do it, but it was kind of one of those “I’ll get around to it eventually” things. We decided as a family that we would replace the whole blood used to try and save him and keep going from there. It helped us keep connected with not only each other, but with him as well. It’s been a slow process. My Dad has been gone almost 5 years now and I had my son 3 years ago, putting the brakes on my donations for a little while. However, I’m determined to make it to my goal of 14 donations in the next 2.5 years and keep going until I can’t anymore. It’s so heartwarming knowing that my donation could give a fellow Canadian another hour, another day, another birthday or another chance to see their loved ones again. See you in August!
Another hour. Another day. Another birthday. Another chance. I do it for my Dad.