Blood Recipient Stories
I received the gift of life
When I was born my parents had the RH factor problem and I was rejecting my own blood. If it were not for the nurse who donated blood to me I'm not sure if I would be here now. Today there is a much stricter process for donating blood, which is a very good thing. Back then I was simply lucky that she was able to be a direct donor.
Donor becomes Recipient
I started donating blood when I was a senior in high school in 1989. I try to donate at least twice a year and with the exception of the years I was pregnant (1998 & 2001) I have tried to donate as regularly as I can. In 2009 I had a simple outpatient procedure at which time a blood vessel was accidentally nicked. I bled for four days before returning to the ER where I was given seven-eight units of blood to replace the blood I was losing. It made me feel great that my donating had come full circle and that I didn't feel guilty for now being a blood recipient; just overwhelmingly grateful! I was back home a few days later and I am very healthy and able to be a mom to my kids thanks to the generous and life-saving donors whose blood I received. God bless all donors! You never know when you may be a recipient!
Undetermined Blood Loss
I was recently admitted to the hospital for an undetermined blood loss. The loss came on quickly, and caused a need for a transfusion. This is the first time I have had to receive blood. We found out that there was a shortage of blood during our visit, but I was fortunate to have a donor like you who gave their time so I could receive the necessary medical treatment and transfusion. The bleeding has stopped, and after 5 days and multiple tests, it was determined that I had a bleeding ulcer which I was unaware I even had to begin with. I have now been discharged and steadily building my system back up.
THANK YOU to everyone who gives their time to donate blood for those of us who just never know when the time will arise and will require it.
blood donors saved my life
by julie bryant
I was hit by a train in 1999 and the American red cross had several blood drives for me. without the help and donors of wonderful friends and family and people of our community I would not be here today. this has gave me the chance to live my life. at the time I lived in braggadocio Missouri and since then moved to Kennett Missouri. I want to thank American red cross and all the community for helping me and allowing me to have the chance to continue living my life.
Unforseen Complications to Beautiful Miracle
I have donated blood several times, knowing how urgent the need is. I never thought I would be the one needing a transfusion at the time, though. In March of 2012, I found out I was pregnant with my son. Everything went fairly well until in November. I went into the hospital to be checked out and thought for sure they would send me home again. Due to my blood pressure being elevated, they decided to induce labor. I was going to have my baby that day! It was so exciting. After 11.5 hours of labor, they realized that he wasn't going to come naturally, so I had to have a C-section. Everything seemed to go as planned until recovery. I started losing a lot of blood and had to have emergency surgery. A hysterectomy at 24 after having your first child is not what any woman wants to have happen, but sometimes it is necessary. I had to have 5 pints of blood and some platelets after everything was said and done, but I made it. Thanks to blood and platelet donors, I am still alive, and here to care for my beautiful, healthy baby boy! It hasn't been quite long enough for me to donate again as I share this, but as soon as it has, I plan on donating again. Knowing that the life you save may be your own or that of someone close to you is my inspiration to continue donating!
A Simple Thank You
by Lisa Broom
Recently, due to my severe anemia, I had to have a tranfusion. I noticed that the blood donated was from a Volunteer. I would like to say thank you to those of you who donate. You helped save a life and I am truly grateful! God Bless You!!!
Mom's Life Saved Because of Donors
I was 41 years old giving birth to my last miracle baby...he was almost 2 months early as it was. I was having a c-section, Alexander Josiah was delivered at an amazing weight of 5lbs 9 oz..everyone was ecstatic at his weight for being so premature. We never had a clue that there would be a problem with me..but as they were "trying" to finish up my surgery there were complications...which were later diagnosed as placenta accreta...which many a woman has lost her life due to bleeding out. Well I am here to tell you that thanks to the people that donate blood, especially rare types, I am A-, and 6 units later, I am enjoying being Mom to my healthy, now 11 year old son. I started donating when I was 18 years old and then slacked off for many years...I am so thankful for those that didn't!! I am now a faithful donor of double reds...due to my blood type, and donate on a regular 112 day schedule. I am believing and thankful knowing that my blood donation is saving someone's life just as mine was. So know that it isn't car accidents and other tragic things that can happen...it very well maybe that unsuspecting mother so anxious to give birth to her new baby...and wanting to be alive to raise that child..PLEASE PLEASE DONATE !! You really never know whose life you are saving next. I thank God for all those that did that kept me alive !!
My Life Saver
My name is Lauren and I have a rare blood disorder with no cure. The only treatment is blood transfusions. I am 23 years old and I have probably received anywhere from 150-200 transfusions in my lifetime. I would die if people did not give blood and I will be forever grateful to anyone that has donated and will donate in the future! THANK YOU!!!
After an IED injured my leg in 2004, during an convoy, I found that all my donations did have an huge impact. My injuries required an need, for one unit, to replace lost blood during my first surgery. I have made sure to occasionally donate or provide plasma to return the favor. To everyone who donated in 2004 thank you for making a difference in my life.
The sweet feeling of paying back Red Cross
The sweet feeling of paying back Red Cross giving blood story March 2012
I gave my first pint of blood when I was 17 years old. I am now in the 12 gallons range. However, there were many more pints given with no record. As a boy in the 1950’s in the anthracite coal region of Pennsylvania blood was drawn in the name of the person for whom you were giving it. If they were lucky enough for friends or family members to donate it in their name, they would not have to pay as much as 60 dollars a pint in addition to administering charge. When I moved to Connecticut in 1966 I had given several pints before being aware of records being kept.
Then in 1968 I was in terrible automobile accident which resulted in my being in the hospital for 40 days with traumatic brain injury (TBI) due to a fractured skull, fractured jaw on both sides, lacerated right arm, ruptured intestines resulting in four feet of lower bowl removal. After a couple of days due to the inflamed stomach and ruptured intestines peritonitis to infected my body. Then my brain started to swell and I was rendered unconscious for 21 days. 31 pints of blood were pumped into me during these 21 days. One nurse told me that she and a couple of other nurses had donated their blood for me which was immediately tested so they could pump the warm blood into me, similar to the old World War II transfusions direct flow method. They said a blood line was inserted in my lower leg just above my left ankle to pump blood into and a tube down my throat to my bleeding stomach to take it out. Back then I was told they didn’t have acid blockers for GERD; therefore my stomach became one solid bleeding ulcer. As fast as they pumped blood into me it was coming back out via the stomach pump. My family was told that I may not survive and since I was registered as an organ donor to prepare them to donate my organs. I am all for donating all of my body parts, but not until I am done using them!
I woke up to a scary world. I looked out the window and could only see the tops of the trees waving in a gentle breeze. There was a strange smell that reminded me of the doctor's office. I quickly looked around to survey my surroundings and recognized that I was in a hospital bed.
I touched my jaw with my left hand since I was not able to move my injured right arm. I was surprised to find that I had grown a beard. It seemed to have grown a half foot long overnight although it was only about two inches of whiskers. The nurses cheered saying, “Welcome back.” When I asked my nurse how long I was asleep she replied, “Oh just a little while.” This terrified me because when I looked out the window to see the tops of the green trees waving in the breeze and I remembered my comment to my wife just before the accident of how the trees were only in bud and no green was apparent. I immediately thought a hundred years had passed and my family and their families were a long time dead. I wallowed in my silent anguish afraid to ask. Several hours went by; then in came my family and I cried for joy. Little did they know the real reason for my tears of joy until later.
My doctor later told me that I had put him through two years of medical school dilemmas in trying to figure out how to stop my bleeding. He said none of the scenarios seemed to work until he remembered his experience in one Navy basic training class. The Navy tested sailors’ ability to cope with fast action and when they were placed in a structure that simulated a leaking burning ship had to react to stop the leaks. He was illuminated with a flashing idea! He quickly had baby food sent up from Dietary department and pumped into my stomach. He said the food acted as a compress and helped absorb the acid. So basically he treated me like his sinking burning ship and was successful in rescuing me. This stopped the bleeding and gave me a chance.
So now I am replenishing the supply of blood I used plus extra and continuing to give whenever I can.
Frank working toward 13 gallon mark with proud 12 years old grandson David James as cheering squad looking