Three years ago, a complete stranger donated bone marrow to save my life. We were not a perfect match, but close enough. This complete stranger was the only person out of thousands of people on all of the registries who could, through the selfless act of donating, save my life. I'm one of the lucky ones. There are so many in need of a bone marrow transplant who have no viable matches.
A year later, I learned this stranger's name: Dana. A short while later, I received an email from her. I was surprised to learn that we are the same age.
Today, I marvel that I am able to sit in my home and enjoy most of the same activities I loved before the dark days of diagnosis and treatment. The small number of friends that I've made at school have no idea that I spent the better parts of 2007-2009 bald due to chemo. Today, I get to be myself. No awkward silences or difficult questions.
Today, I get to marvel at the novelty of being normal thanks to a beautifully selfless soul who took the time to register as a bone marrow donor.