November 29, I posted a call for help on facebook, looking for A+ blood type donors. This was the first time our friends were made aware of Irene's situation. The response was overwhelming but at the same time, this experience taught us that not all your friends, not even the closest, will help you at your most difficult time. And some, while silent, without communication for years, will put in all effort to lend a helping hand.
Hard times will always reveal true friends.
View from the hospital room |
There were even more friends who wanted to donate but was not a match. Most are Type O's such as I. But more than their blood, they gave us strength to fight on. At that time I was alone with my wife and at a critical time would not dare leave her. Friends and family would visit, bringing some food, and some necessities we weren't able to bring. But most important was their presence. A couple of hours with friends and family was a much needed break from the monotonous hourly temperature and blood pressure checks.
By evening of November 30, a bit of good news. Platelet count was up to 13. Still low but it's on the way up. That's all the good news we needed. We're still not out of the woods but at least we can see some light.
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