Months ago, I was sent a letter which involved me having to give blood. I hate needles. I didn’t read the letter properly, but decided to ignore it when I realised it involved giving blood. Did I mention I hate needles? In fact, I am scared of them. I hyperventilate and/or have panic attacks when I even so much as see one. Crazy, huh?
Yesterday morning, I went to the doctor to have a cervical screening with the nurse (regular check up), who then looked at my records, and noticed that I had not responded the letter. Anyway, she asked me if I would like to be booked in, so I reluctantly agreed.
This morning I went, and although I had to give blood and did a jig or two whilst trying to avoid the needle, I am so glad I did. It turns out, I was selected for a clinical trial to save lives. I cannot begin to express how pleased I am to take part in this. I just wish there was a bravery sticker and a lolly pop at the end!
Upon leaving the doctor’s surgery, there was a funeral procession. Instantly, my heart went out to the deceased family and friends. As I walked past, I thought how odd it was that I was just coming from an appointment to help save lives, but was met with death immediately after.
In the event of my death, my organs will be donated. Something which took me many years to decide upon, but eventually agreed to some years ago. If I can save a life or two (or three), is that not a wonderful gift to give?
We live in a beautiful world, but are currently living in very dangerous and trying times. Even so, if we all give a little, and do a little good for one another, it may only be a small step, but it is still a step closer, nonetheless, in trying to make the world a better place.
Peace and love ❤ .
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