Why A Needle-Phobe Like Me Regularly Donates Platelets
When my son, Neeko, was first born, he wasn't producing his own platelets. Thanks to six donor-platelet transfusions, his tiny life was saved.
This is the story of how I almost lost my infant son, how he was saved by anonymous donors and the decision I made six years later to pay it forward--a decision that would forever enrich my life.
Take a journey with me across Italy and Spain and discover what singular moment on this trip helped me to truly understand what it means to be an American--an encounter with a Eastern Block youth--that would change my life forever.