Today I had blood work done to see if I'm a possible candidate for a bone marrow transplant. For my mother. It was surreal in a way I can't explain. On one hand, it's a simple procedure that took less than 2 minutes. On the other, it's an enormous weight on my mind.
The odds of me being a match are fairly abysmal. I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame because of this. Something that I know intellectually is beyond my control.
These aren't the things you prepare yourself for as you get older.
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