Wednesday pondering – on blood

Today was blood day for me.
First the sunrise. I woke up at 5 a.m. and due to that I got to admire a bleeding horizon, absolutely splendid. Of course, all sunrises are spectacular and most of them are red and impressive and so on. But this one came more like a prelude of all that came next.
Which was my elder son’s blood tests (the reason for those is unimportant here) – and a full array of nerves and edginess accompanying them. At the emergency hospital, where we had been sent first, they had no special children needles for drawing blood, and after a failed attempt spiced with tons of tears and screams of my offspring, the doctor there (quite a nice lady actually) sent us to the pediatric hospital (where we should have gone in the first place – don’t ask me why we were sent at the other one initially, I have no idea). Anyway, we managed to have his blood tested eventually, and then followed another stage.
I donated blood. It wasn’t the first time I did that, and most certainly won’t be the last time. But each time I go to the Hematology Institute for that matter I experience the weirdest feelings. Today I was looking at the people waiting there to share their own life force with other anonymous receivers. Some came alone, some with their family, some with a friend or two. At first I wanted to take my son in there with me and show him the whole thing, but we found out that children weren’t allowed in the room – institute’s policy, for fear that the young ones won’t be traumatized by witnessing the entire procedure. Personally, I believe that is one stupid policy. Children should be allowed to see this process. To understand it and become aware of its meanings. To realize that the same blood that flows through their parents’ veins and their own veins flows through the veins of each human being on earth. I like to think that, if a parent knew that his child cannot stand watching blood being drawn, he/she wouldn’t bring them there. But I believe my son would have been capable to watch and understand this. Besides, I find it ironic that watching a selfless act like willingly donating blood for others would traumatize a child, but seeing acts of cruelty on the street and on TV and in the family and so on wouldn’t. Forgive me, I don’t quite follow this logic.
And now, sitting in my yard, I’m watching the sky still having a few hours till sundown. Which will obviously be red. After a day like this it has to be red. It has to be bloody. That way the circle would be complete.



© Liliana Negoi

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