The first time I gave blood, I was with my teen-aged brother.
Once the nurse hooked us up and blood was flowing, I sat and relaxed. Nothing to it.
Not so much for my skinny brother. He looked pale and said he felt queasy. The nurse adjusted his cot so he could lie down.
Now this was my little brother who had tried to gross me out for years. So being a kindly sister, I tried to distract him from feeling bad by talking. I talked about the color of the blood, the tubing, and how fast the bag was filling up.
The nurse glared at me and moved between us. Honestly, I wasn’t making it worse.
Fast forward a few decades to last weekend, when we were both at a family reunion.
My sister noticed the Red Cross T-shirt my brother was wearing. “How many gallons are you up to now?”
“I just got my seven-gallon pin.” Now middle-aged and no longer skinny, donating is no problem for him.
I’ve been donating blood occasionally for years. But I’m nowhere near seven gallons. I’m going to a blood drive today. I have some catching up to do.
Blood is always needed. To find a drive near you, go to http://www.redcrossblood.org/