Blood Volunteer Donation: Story 3

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The following, very moving story is a true story, told by the woman who lived it, Miss A. G.

A true story.

I was 3 years old when this disease weakened me in less than 72 hours.

I had a high fever, I was vomiting yellow, I was very tired.

For lack of means, my parents gave me first aid at home (cold wrap, paracetamol, herbal teas, prayers…). However, my condition was getting worse; I was getting weaker and weaker, I was having trouble breathing.

Distraught, my parents took me to the CNHU in Cotonou, Benin. (Now called CNHU-HKM). They were all panicked, they only had 5000f CFA.

So I landed in the paediatric emergency room where very quickly I was taken care of by a very professional and humanistic team.

I was doing a Severe Malaria in its anemic form (this was their diagnosis). I was at 4.8g/dL of hemoglobin. I had to be transfused as a matter of urgency. They put me on oxygen and started first aid while waiting for the blood pockets.

And that’s when my parents’ sorrows began.

Indeed, blood was not available in Cotonou, my hours were counted. My parents went around several major cities: Porto-Novo, Ouidah, Comè, Abomey in search of this precious liquid. It was painful…

They finally came back with two pockets of blood B that saved my life in an emergency…

Today I grew up, I’m 24 years old, I’m a student at the end of general medicine training.

Tomorrow I will be a pediatrician to save thousands of children. This is my way of paying my debt to humanity…

Thank you to my parents and especially to the pediatric emergency care team at CNHU-HKM who was on call that day (August 10, 1997). You not only rushed to take care of me with great professionalism, but you also made a collection between you to help my parents. You saved my life.

Thank you especially to those anonymous donors whose blood I am still alive today. I owe my life to God and you.

Severe malaria in its anemic form is a serious complication of malaria that kills millions of children every day in Benin, Africa and around the world. And more often than not, the survival of these children depends only on this precious liquid that is blood…

Let’s give some of our blood to save the lives of these innocent beings, hopes of tomorrow.It is an action of inestimable magnitude.

I have been a donor since the age of 18 and I am proud to be a donor.

It was my story, the story of my life.

Miss A. G.

ONG FAITH

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