Diamond Blackfan Anemia

I would like to apologize for being a huge baby. Just after the last post I thought about a friend from high school whose daughter has Diamond Blackfan Anemia. Mia, a seven year old, lives off of blood transfusions. She regularly has to get poked and prodded every 3-4 weeks. The most amazing thing about Mia is that she does it all with a smile, she's the cutest little curly head ever.

Here I am, a complete whiner, about such a trivial thing. An IV. Mia's big fear probably isn't the IV, it's having the blood to survive. During my last MRI, Danny went and donated blood just to feel close to me, even though technically he was across the entire hospital. Maybe THAT'S what I need to do, voluntarily get poked and donate my blood. I'm not sure if they'll take it. They might toss out brain tumor blood, but it's worth a shot to check it out.

I don't know why I was boo hooing. I'm embarrassed.

If you want to read Mia's story, and maybe donate to her website, please check it out: http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/miamcpoland/mystory