My first donation was in 1975 at UVIC. I honestly thought they would lift the bag up and let the blood drain back in - it didn't go very well.
My father had a triple by-pass (open heart surgery) on November 1, 1978. Thirty nine years ago this surgery was a much bigger deal than today. The surgery went well and I was grateful to those who donated the blood used in my Dad's operation. At that point, I committed to becoming a regular blood donor. Dad lived another 28 years passing away at 81 from complications with Alzheimer's. I continued to give, paying it forward if you will.
We all lead busy lives and it is not always easy to get into the clinic, but it is important to make the effort. So many depend on us doing so.
We are very fortunate in Canada to have a safe and efficient blood collection system. I encourage you to donate and ask you encourage others to donate. I hope you and your family never have to take advantage of our blood supply...just sleep well knowing it is there.
On December 28, 2017 I donated for the 101st time. A late Christmas present for people I'll never meet. Every donation I say to myself "this one's for you Dad."