Modern medicine is absolutely amazing. I just swabbed four sterile Q-tips against the inside of my cheeks, put them in a postage paid envelope and sent them off to the National Bone Marrow Registry. I’ve been thinking about doing this for some time, but I have been afraid. I’ve even been a little reluctant to give blood since having kids. Now that I have two little humans I need to take care of and make sure I am alive for, I have hesitated to do things like this that might compromise that commitment to my children in the name of helping a stranger. I don’t know if anyone else has had that feeling, or if it makes any sense. It’s not like giving blood or just getting on the donor registry in any way compromises my health or ability to care for my family. If I was found to be a match, yes, there would be some risk involved as there is with any anesthesia. Life is full of risks. Why not take a small risk that will benefit others? Or on the other hand, why take any risk that could even possibly adversely affect me and in turn my children? These are the irrational, self-absorbed thoughts that go through my head when deciding if I want to do something like join the bone marrow registry.