My son amazes me every day. Despite his illness, he smiles. Despite his pain, he smiles. I vividly remember the day when he was fighting for each painful breath that those sickled cells were determined to block. I remember seeing the donated blood slowly flow into his body as he laid in pediatric intensive care oblivious to what was happening. I remember being so grateful for that donated blood and praying that it would help my son’s body to recover. I remember promising to do what I can to be sure that donated blood will be available for another mom or dad, husband or wife sitting just like me, watching and waiting. I can hug my son today, years later. I’m forever grateful, forever indebted in honor of my son. My Why.
