Every Drop, For Her

Today, I donated blood again. It’s my fourth time.

And every time, I think of my mom.

The first time I ever gave blood wasn’t for a cause. It wasn’t for an event or a campaign. It was for her. My mom was preparing for surgery for colorectal cancer, and we needed blood donors. A lot of them. It was urgent. It was terrifying. We were desperate.

So we asked for help.

We pleaded. Posted. Called. Prayed. And people - oh, people came. Friends, colleagues, even strangers we had never spoken to before walked into blood banks just to say, “This is for her.”

It was overwhelming in the best way.

But not everyone was kind. A few people tried to scam us, taking advantage of our fear and grief. It was cruel. And it hurt. But even then, the goodness of others was louder. More powerful.

There were far more people who helped without asking for anything in return. People who reminded us that in the middle of pain, humanity still shines through.

My mom didn’t make it. Cancer eventually took her. But every bag of blood that came in gave us more time. More hugs. More “I love yous.” More chances to hold her hand and just... be.

So today, as I sat in that chair and watched the blood slowly fill the bag, I whispered a quiet promise:
This is for you, Ma.

It’s for every mother fighting.
Every family hoping.
Every person waiting for a miracle.

Blood is just blood until it’s given with love. Then it becomes life.

If you’re healthy and able, please consider donating. It may be a small part of your day. But to someone else, it could mean one more tomorrow.
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And sometimes, one more tomorrow is everything.