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PSA

Some words from my mom, helping jog my memory about who helped donate blood and platelets during the early days:

You probably don't know this but while (Laura and I donated platelets) Paul donated whole blood to the blood bank in your name to replenish what you used of their supply. He did not match you so couldn't give directly to you but gave to the blood bank as many times a month as they allowed for the entire time you were in the hospital I think it was a couple of times a month.

Also I got people I worked with to donate whole blood to the blood bank. In fact I got the Blood Bank to come out to Boeing as a special trip to get blood from people in your name. A couple of my work mates signed up for donating platelets and also for being a bone marrow donor. When I retired in 1996 at my retirement party one of these ladies told me she was still donating platelets and is still in the bone marrow registry.

All of this because of you. It's a wonderful world isn't it. There really are a lot of nice people in this world.

Indeed. Here's more on how to help potentially donate bone marrow (by first registering with the National Marrow Donor Program, which requires little more than a blood sample and some paperwork). Also, if you're able to donate blood, or even platelets, I can guarantee you that there's a leukemia patient who would welcome both.

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rkb in 1990

A Few Notes

The bulk of this story takes place between March and September, 1990, and has been written in bits and pieces, fits and starts, over the years since then. Be forewarned that there's more than a little profanity. Some of this stuff still makes me very angry. I may try to work on a "PG" version at some point, but for now I'll let the chips fall where they may.

One final note: this is as mostly true a story as more than a decade of hindsight will allow. I can't say that everything is 100% accurate, but it's as close as I can get.

 - Robert K. Brown

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