You Don't Say....

On Tuesday morning we were milling around the kitchen, getting breakfast and whatnot, when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, so I let it kick over to voicemail. Upon listening to same voicemail, it turns out the message was from a fellow at the National Bone Marrow Donor registry. I think it was back in 2001, they had a donor drive at the fire house in Collingdale and I registered then. Now here it is some 6 years later and out of the blue I get a call saying that I may be a match for a 37 year old man with leukemia. Hmm. Imagine that. I only vaguely remember actually registering, and I don't suppose I thought about all of the little details back when I did. Yet here I am, and regardless of previous thought (or lack thereof) I'd put into it, how could I not follow this possibility through? And so next Monday I'll have some blood work done that will help to determine whether or not I'm most suited to be a donor for this gentleman. Details to follow, I'm sure.