I write this journal knowing that most of you are not interested in my personal life, but some of my friends might be interested.
Today I was given my blood. I'm tired now and my skin is white as a sheet but I am super happy!
Why? Because my childhood friend died of leucemia, that was seven years ago. At this time, I could do nothing. Today it's too late for him but I can help others. At that moment, I thought of you. You were in my thoughts, in my heart. And you always will be my dear friend.
It was my first but not the last gift, I will donate my blood every month. Barring major unforeseen. So, thank you to those who read and those who didn't, it doesn't matter, I don't blame you.
Je t'aime, Jérémie