I found out at 4 p.m. today that I’m a bone marrow match for the 43-year-old male who has Myelodysplastic Syndrome.
I’m a match. I’M A MATCH!!!
Three months ago I was told that I had a 1/200 chance of being a match. I’m that match.
I can’t put into words what that means to me. I don’t care what they have to do to me, they can saw my leg off and scoop my marrow out with a grapefruit spoon, I just hope and pray that it works for him.