Ten years ago I signed up for the Canadian bone marrow registry. Seems like a no-brainer, especially since a nephew-in-law of mine has recently survived leukemia by means of a bone marrow transplant.

This morning I got a call saying I was a potential donor. But it seems that a bit of atrial fibrillation in my medical history may prove a deal-breaker. I offered to sign a waiver; I should have just lied…

Update: October 14: the transplant centre rejected me. They didn’t tell me the reason, so it was either the atrial fib or the malaria.

2 thoughts on “Rejection”

  1. Ugh. What is it Hercule Poirot says, “One should never lie to your priest, your doctor, and your private detective.”

    Much love.

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