Plateletpheresis

The disadvantage of being rarely sick is that when it comes, it lasts for a bloody long time.

I've got my IPPT this Thursday and am leading worship in the main service for the very first time on Good Friday. The virus couldn't have found a better time to attack. Damn sore throat. So much for the "abnormal abundance of platelets" in my blood. Still get sick anyway.

Hit my tenth time for blood donation, and a record 4 minutes to fill up the blood bag. I always find it strange that I always enter the donation room later and leave much earlier than the other donors. I don't think my blood flows very fast (I'm damn sure I have an average to below average metabolic rate), but I also don't see why some other healthy-looking young people take up to 20 minutes to fill up a satchel. Don't blame the older or skinnier ones though. Anyway a senior nurse advised me to go for this Plateletpheresis program, to donate my platelets because apparently I have a ton of them. Too little is dangerous, too much doesn't make a difference, she said. I was skeptical at first, I mean, the whole process is one and a half hours of a damn thick needle in your arm! They filter your blood, taking out the platelets, and then return you your blood. Well, we have a VIP suite for you and a huge LCD screen with plenty of DVDs to watch, she added. No, I still wasn't convinced, but I didn't say it. I think she saw through me, so she passed me a pamphlet. It only takes one donation to give three cancer patients a chance to survive, she told me. And there was this really cute little girl with leukaemia on the front page.

I've made up my mind. It's only one and a half hours anyway, and moreover, it is for cancer patients too. Who knows, maybe I might have cancer in the future?



What else could God possibly want from me by giving by so much platelets anyway?







To love someone deeply gives you strength. To be loved by someone deeply gives you courage. -Lao Tze