Giving
Had possibly the most intense and serious dream of my life this morning…
I get a phone call and the caller ID says it’s from Yale New Haven Hospital. I think it’s something in reference to the BCC I had removed last year, so I immediately pick up.
It’s definitely a doctor, but it’s not a follow-up or anything about me being sick. Instead, I get the biggest request of my life, and I only have moments to make a decision.
One of my exes is extremely ill and needs a blood transfusion and bone marrow. For some reason I was listed as an emergency contact on one of her forms from a long time ago, so when the hospital cross checked the databases and saw that I was a match, they broke protocol in telling me who it was for.
I hadn’t spoken to her since the break-up…it took me a while to get past being dumped. The doctor needed to know if I would do it right then so if I declined they could contact the next closest match because there wasn’t much time.
I said yes. Drove down to YNHH, gave blood and got admitted for the bone marrow procedure. Didn’t think twice about doing it. But I had asked the hospital not to tell her who the donor was.
Then I woke up.
Naked 