I’ve been haunted with pangs of guilt lately and need to get something off my chest.  I have a client who has an adult son in his 30’s who has leukemia.  His son needs a bone marrow transplant.  From what our client tells me, they’ve run his son’s biological data against all of the registered bone marrow donors (some three million), and none of them are a match.  He’s receiving chemo, but they don’t know how many rounds of chemo a person can have, and if it that answer was infinitely large, the chemo won’t cure him.  Only a bone marrow transplant has a shot at chasing this disease from his body.

Like any good father would, during any contact he has with people outside his family, he’s telling them about his son’s situation and not quite asking, but implying that he’d really like people to sign up for the registry.

I haven’t done it, and not sure I will.  After I got off the phone with him telling me about his son’s dire situation, I Googled bone marrow transplants to see what I might be in for.  Sounds like it may include general anesthetic and for someone like me who earns their living in a rather physical job, I may not be able to work for a few weeks.

I’m kinda feeling like a sissy for not jumping in and signing up, but at the same time, we’re not millionaires.  If I’m not working for three weeks, that’s three weeks that we’re drawing from savings.  And then the risk (albeit slight) of having complications from the procedure or the general anesthetic.

What would you do if you were in my shoes?