Monday, January 29, 2007

Blood Matters

After the birth of DD2 in 1989, I needed three units of blood transfused.
I was immensely grateful to the donors of that blood, and felt that I wanted to help others by donating my blood in turn.
And so I did, until I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis which meant that I could no longer donate my blood.

With the recent revelation from my Rheumatologist that I definitely do not have RA, but have instead Fibromyalgia, I presented myself for duty at the latest blood donor session here in Blogsville. After an extensive questionnaire and numerous senior members of staff being consulted, it was decided that I could be readmitted to the blood donor panel.

Until....someone noticed on the form that I had had my blood transfusion in 1989.

The guidelines have been changed so that no-one who received blood after 1980 is allowed to donate blood themselves on the grounds that they could be slowly incubating VCJD (mad cow disease).

So they were happy to initially use my blood, but not any more. I was rather disappointed, to put it mildly.

Apparently, there will be a test to detect VCJD in about two years, so if I choose to be tested then, if I am negative then I can donate again; if I am positive, my brain is slowly turning to mush.

The six million dollar question has to be :-
Do I really want to know ?

What would you do, gentle readers ?
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3 comments:

Mimi said...

I *think* I'd want to know.

Unknown said...

Oh, I'd probably want to know that way I could prepare for my demise. For example, make sure that I wrote what things I wanted certain people to have, etc. I'd probably write a note to my children, etc. to be opened after my death.

But then again, I'm weird that way...being prepared.

Renee said...

I don't think I would want to know. I already labor under a heavy veil of the feeling of impending doom. I don't need any specifics.