I thought I’d write about something slightly different today. It’s not about books, it’s not about translation, it’s not about music, but something else which is important to me, and something which I have done all my adult life: giving blood.
I’ve been a regular blood donor ever since I went to university, so over 25 years now. I joke that I’ll do anything for a custard cream, but in fact I do it in memory of my sister, Rachel, who died of rhabdomyosarcoma, an aggressive form of childhood cancer, when she was five years old. I was three. It was her birthday on Monday this week. Since I’ve been giving blood, various friends and relations of mine have needed blood transfusions, which has strengthened my resolve, but of course one can never know exactly who will receive your donation. I don’t need to, though the NHS Blood and Transplant service now sends me a text about a week after every donation saying which hospital the blood was sent to.
I shall continue giving blood for as along as I can, and commend it to others, if they are able. After all, how often do you get to save someone’s life? It’s true I’m committed; reaching 100 donations is one of my lifegoals. All being well, I should get there in about three or four years’ time.
Take care, everyone.