J’ai décidé il y a plusieurs années de faire du don de sang, une priorité dans ma vie. J’ai la chance aujourd’hui d’avoir ma mère à mes côtés, grâce à des transfusions sanguines. Sans ces personnes qui donnent un peu d’eux même, je n’aurais jamais eu la chance de connaître ma mère, qui aurais perdu la vie à ma naissance. Nous donnons ensemble à chaque fois que c’est possible, c’est notre petit moment, qui veux dire tellement pour moi. À chaque don, je regarde ma mère qui donne à mes côtés et je remercie la vie, et les donneurs, de m’avoir permis de connaître cette femme que je suis si fière d’appeller maman. À chaque don, je me dit que je permets peut-être à une petite fille comme moi, de grandir avec sa maman à ses côtés.
J’effectuerai aujourd’hui mon 21e don tout en initiant une amie à cette cause qui m’est si chère. Je vous invite à prendre 1h de votre temps et à venir donner du sang. Ça se passe au Théatre des Eskers d’Amos de 13h à 20h.
@o0_leslie_0o @marlenetrottier @hemaquebec #hemaquebec#donnerdusangdonnerlavie#amos#theatredeseskers#giveblood#givebloodgivelife#givebloodsavelives#givebloodtoday#mom#gratitude#blessed
She finally woke up, she was felling the aftermath of the anesthesia and was still drowsy. Her parents were right there over the bed, waiting for her to wake up. She started to feel a slight pain on the left side of her chest and a weird sensation. Her mother quietly whispered to her “you’re okay, do not try to move too much”. Why? Her dad gently rubbed her forehead to push her hair of her face. She was still in a state of delusion, but the pain was starting to increase, the surrounding nose was increasing. A nurse from the recovery room, came to check up on her, “are you okay Sonali? You are in the recovery room, and as the surgeon mentioned, your surgery went well. Oh, yes surgery, so what is different on my body, let me explore. Best guess she had, was to look at her left, and all she saw was, well honestly, she does not remember what she saw, all she remembers was the excruciating pain. To all those that are reading it, that excruciating pain, that she was feeling was in fact, the installation of a metal piece, maybe the size of a 25c, under her skin which was going to be the source from where all her medication and transfusion was going to be delivered to her. She could not really see it as that very day it was covered with gaze and medical tape, as you all remember it is called “port-a-cath”. Let’s just say having that for three years, was not something she was ready for, cause you know what that means, no more sleeping on the tummy, the best way to sleep. .
Oh, doctor M, you might remember him from chapter 15, where he was firstly introduced. Doctor M, was my primary doctor when I was diagnosed, throughout my treatments, I met other physicians that took part of my journey, but Doctor M, was my primary physician. Till this date, I still remember how he would come into my room with ears wide open knowing that my mother would shower him with gazillions of questions. He knew how much I hated drinking my pills, he would always suggest hiding my pills in food, especially tacos, cause who we kidding tacos are amazing! But my mother could not ruin tacos for me, so she ruined apple sauce instead. Doctor M, would always take all questions and concerns in carefully before taking a step, he always had an open and warm heart and I could have not been grateful enough for having him as my primary physician. He was always there when needed, either it was at the hospital, either in-day clinic or on call at night, he would answer and calmly listen to my mother question his every decision and explain to her every single decision they were taking and why. Let’s just say my mom is quite popular at the clinic till this date, she’s the mother of the mother of questions. But thank you Doctor M, and your team. * As I write this chapter, I am actually eating tacos*
Parce que j'ai la chance d'être en bonne santé et que la santé de certaines personnes dépend de ces dons.
Parce que je ne fais pas un métier qui sauve des vies comme les pompiers et les médecins.
Car je ne suis pas un super héro comme Batman et Superman.
Parce que je suis une simple étudiante qui a décidé de changer le monde une goutte à la fois.
Parce que la cicatrice que laisse le site de ponction est la plus belle marque sur mon corps.
Car c'est ce qui me rend le plus fière ❤
Avec Mme. Sylvie Trudel de la banque de lait maternel de Héma-Québec.
Tu veux donner du lait maternel pour les grands prématurés, contactes moi! Je vais te guider sur la procédure à suivre 😊 @hemaquebec
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L’anémie falciforme est une maladie qui touche plusieurs membres de notre communauté et les dons de sang ne sont pas suffisants pour palier à la demande afin de soulager les malades et de potentiellement sauver des vies.
Joignez-vous à @hilariousriders pour la randonnée en moto et la collecte de sang qui aura lieu le 16 juin 2018 prochain à Montréal-Nord. C’est en collaboration avec Héma Québec et l’Association de l'anémie falciforme du Québec que cette journée remplie de surprises est organisée.
L’heure de départ de la randonnée se fera à l’Orange Julep sera confirmée sous peu. Elle se rendra à l'Hôtel de Ville qui est situé au 4242 Place de l’Hôtel-de-Ville à Montréal-Nord.
Sur place il y aura nourriture, musique, barbe à papa, jeux gonflables pour enfants et plus encore!!! Venez en famille supporter cette cause importante. C’est à ne pas manquer!!! ☆
Sickle cell anemia is a disease that affects many members of our community and donations of blood are not enough to meet the demand for relief and to potentially save lives.
Join us for the motorcycle ride and blood drive that will take place on June 16, 2018 in Montreal North. Organized by @hilariousriders in collaboration with Héma Québec and the Quebec Sickle Cell Association, this day will be full of surprises.
Kickstand for the motorcycle ride will be at the Orange Julep (exact time TBD), and will end at Montreal North’s City Hall, which is located at 4242 Place de l'Hotel-de-Ville in Montreal-North.
On site there will be food, music, cotton candy, inflatable games for children and more !!! Come with your family and friends to support this important cause. Don’t miss it!
Un grand merci à nos commanditaires / Thank you to our sponsors
• Maxi Côtes-des-Neiges • Maxi Montréal-Nord
Ainsi qu’à nos collaborateurs / As well as our partners:
• Association de l'anémie falciforme du Québec
👶🏼 | Don de lait maternel | 👶🏼
L'autre jour, @jaimedamak est allée visiter les bureaux du Salon Plasmavie De Sherbrooke (@hemaquebec ) pour en apprendre plus sur le don de lait maternel. Elle est sortie de sa visite émue et elle avait si hâte de vous en parler.
Saviez-vous que ça existait ?
Vous allaitez ? Vous aimeriez faire une différence et aider des enfants nés prématurément ?
Tous les détails sur le jesuisunemaman.com
Il y a quelques semaines, ma mère et moi on a fait notre premier don de sang ensemble. Un petit geste qui peut sauver des vies! En plus, les employés et bénévoles nous accueillent tellement bien. .
We all got to the hospital, for those wondering about my parents job, well my mother quit her job a month before I was diagnosed due to management changes but lucky me, she was going to be my personal nurse, and well my dad was not the type to take sick days cause he did not feel like going to work, let’s just say he has been working for the same company for the past maybe 20 so years and has never called in sick. But that day he did, I mean it was my BIG DAY, as everyone was saying. So, we get to the hospital, I was a patient at the Montreal children’s, as I was still a minor, honestly LUCKY ME. Get to the day surgery reception, check in, and lucky me I get to wear those annoying blue robes, that do not cover your behind. Well trust me, when I say I pulled a Will Smith stunt (Season 2 – Episode 18), when will gets his tonsil removed and he wears a double robe. Well that is exactly what I did, I wore two robes and it was hella cold. I patiently waited half asleep, I looked around there was not much people until an hour in, the room was full of little children and infants, I felt like the oldest one there. Finally, my name comes up, so the nurse explains to me that, I will be under heavy anesthesia (praise the lord), and when I will wake up, I might feel some pain on the left side of my chest and things might be a little hazy, I would be waking up in the recovery room, where my parents will be called as soon as I came out of the surgery. As they inserted this while milk looking liquid into my IV she asked me to count till 10, trust me I tried but until I recall I do not even think I made it to 6 and I was asleep. .
Anyone normal would have went home and googled the term “port-a-cath”, but who was I kidding, I was not normal anymore. I was sick, I was one of the sick cancer kids. Cancer was not much on the pedestal as it is now, or maybe I just never realized there was another word behind my “normal” one. I had noticed that my parents were not as they were before, they made me feel like now I was made of glass, and that with a touch of dust I would shatter into pieces. But yet again I was an only child, with the possibility of death at stake, who can blame them. I made sure I ate that evening, well my mother made sure I ate on time, so it would not mess up the time of the fast period, which I still do not understand what if I ate 30 minutes later than the time, would that really make a difference, well I was not going to try for the big surgery. We all decided for the first few months to all sleep together in the basement, it was more of a tactic on the behalf of my parents to make sure that I would not die in my sleep or that just make sure they were there if I had needed anything. I mean no complains, it not like I was going to sleep anyways, I just couldn’t, it had been a few days I couldn’t. 5 am, the alarm starts ringing, Jesus it was dark outside, and I did not want to get up. But like my Doctor M said it’s my big day, psht that was his job, we all know it was no big day. .