Being a bone marrow donor: This is what it’s like
I enter through the sliding doors, my flip-flops slapping the linoleum as I search for the information desk. “Can you point me towards the apheresis center?” I ask, noticing my voice rise a notch. I am clearly uncomfortable. My feet feel naked and exposed without my Dansko clogs, and I can’t remember the last time I wore jeans in a hospital. Two medical students scurry by, their stethoscopes bouncing around …
