Voluntary blood donation; Story 1

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I AM A WIDOW AT 31; MY HUSBAND DIED OF SEVERE ANNIA AFTER OUR 5 YEARS OF MARRIAGE.

An inspired by real events.

The names have just been changed for reasons of confidentiality.

Dominique was a handsome man. Attentive, emotional, tender, he was very pious and feared God.

We met at the faculty during a cultural evening where he invited me to dance.

I couldn’t resist his charm, I knew right away that he was my man. And, since that day, our love has grown…

After university, Dominique was hired by a large pharmaceutical company as commercial director; I was responsible for customers in a local bank.

We did customary, civil and religious marriages. God thanked us for two beautiful twins, ophelia and Ophelia, now 3 years old.

We were happy. My husband filled me with love, happiness and joy. I also did my daily duties as a good wife to make him happy. Our daughters grew up in divine bliss surrounded by attention and tenderness and love. So much we love them, Dominique and I. They are so wonderful….

Unfortunately, they’ll never see their dad again.

He died on February 15, 2018 at 7:35 p.m.

My husband was a SC sickle cell. This did not constitute any impediment to our union since I had normal hemoglobin AA.

Also, Dominique was very careful about his health; he was doing regular follow-ups at the CNHU in hematology. His seizures were rare. Since I knew him, he has only made two that have quickly changed under treatment ….

Dominique’s third seizure began with a mild fever and chest pain.

Immediately I took him to the CNHU where he was taken into care in hematology. With all the balance sheets and the treatment established, his condition gradually improved. But on the third day of hospitalization, my husband had a hemolysis. He was peeing blood. In no time it became all pale. It had to be transfused as a matter of urgency. Her hemoglobin level was 4g/dL.

I moved heaven and earth. However, of the four blood pockets prescribed, I only had one.

Unfortunately, this one pocket could not save him. His last moments were so sad, I watched helplessly as my husband died.

The blood shortage has taken away my wife, the only one I love and will always love.

Dominique, I would have drained all my blood to save you if only we were compatible I told you and you answered me with a barely audible voice: “I know darling; I love you.” That was one of your last words…

May God watch over our now orphaned daughters who are merely mourning the emptiness you have left in them.

Dad, I’ll fight for them for the rest of my life. Yes, I will fight with all my might until my last breath so that our twins will succeed.

Rest in peace my treasure.

Your dear wife Andrea.

ONG FAITH

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