It is my three year anniversary of donating bone marrow. I think about my recipient often, and especially at Christmas time because that is when I first found out about her. I wonder if she is cured, if something in my blood fixed what was wrong in hers. I think about what an emotional experience the anonymous donation was for me, and about the faces that I met and that thanked me on on my many trips to Vanderbilt that weren't anonymous at all.
I still don't know her name. I don't know where she lives, or what she does. In fact, I don't even know if she is alive. I don't know if she has her own little Gomers.... it is very unlikely but I would love to meet her one day.