Reporter's Notebook: How Donating Scared the Bone Marrow Out of Me


On Monday, after phone calls and emails, the two women -- who now share the same DNA, finally met.

"I was so nervous" said Le Blanc, who barely slept the night before. "I didn't even cry at my own wedding. But when I hugged her, I started balling."

Deschamps was greeted by a sign saying, "Thank you for saving my mommy," made by Le Blanc's two children.

"I don't want to feel like I took the credit for anything," said Deschamps. "I did it to help somebody get better."

As the day Le Blanc described as "perfect" drew to an end, she made sure to once again let her humble donor know the impact she had on her life.

"As we were walking [to her car] I said, 'When you go home tonight you can say to yourself you did a really great thing!' Because she really did a wonderful, wonderful thing," said LeBlanc.

When I heard their story, I knew that I had made the right decision to donate in August 2010.

Unlike Deschamps, at times I was terrified. I veiled my emotions with excitement.

I know that matching has less to do with anything I could do than by a chance genetic connection, I still felt proud that my marrow could potentially save a life.

I have not met my recipient. I was only told his age, gender and disease type. And while I may never have the opportunity to meet him, I know that he is now home and healthy. And that is enough for me.

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