Over the course of the last few months, my fear of needles and getting my blood drawn has lessened significantly (because let’s face it… after the amount of times I’ve had it drawn, I really should be over it by now). Sometimes, I don’t even feel it pinch when they draw the blood — woohoo! I still look the other way though while it’s being drawn — baby steps!
Another positive thing (glass is half full, remember?) about all this blood being drawn is that I feel like I can finally donate blood! I’ve always wanted to, but my fear of it also kept me back. I told my brother a few months back that I wanted to do so and to hold me accountable to it… but of course just when I was ready to do so, I came down with a cold (and you can’t donate blood while you are sick).
What I don’t appreciate is being left with a bruise/bump/I don’t know what it is after having blood drawn, but it’s sure annoying and a gross reminder on my arm. It happened once back in September too. That time, however, it was just grossly bruised and greenish. Of course, it happened yesterday too. This time, however, it’s red and even more gross and bumpy (but not as huge). I contemplated putting up a picture of both of them, but I don’t know if I want to see it on my blog! It took weeks for the first bruise to clear up, so hopefully that doesn’t happen this time!
I wonder if it’s just a case of the nurse not drawing the blood right or if it just happens sometimes or what… because they do this day in and day out. I know some people are prone to bruising easily, but I feel like if that was the case, it would happen to some extent most (if not all) the time.
Today marks ten years since my beautiful and absolutely perfect baby cousin passed away after only fifteen short months of life.
She died in the hospital room of a local hospital surrounded by MANY members of her extended family.
Hers was the first death I experienced in my life. Losing her was so bittersweet because it was also comforting to see her finally be so peaceful after she passed away. Watching her lose her battle and seeing her lifeless body is still probably the hardest thing I have faced and it’s a moment I’ll never forget.
At such a young age, she taught me so much about life. Like how fragile it is. Or how to cherish every moment and make the best of each day because you just never know.
If we lived every day as if it was our last day on earth, just think of how much more we would get done on a daily basis!
In some ways, it seems like it was just yesterday… yet at the same time it feels like it happened such a long time ago. I think of her often and wonder what she would have been like. I may be biased, but I can still remember how contagious her smile was.
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