Susan's Blood Transfusion

Susan's Blood Transfusion

"Who's sick at your house?" asked Ted across the street of his pal Jim. "I saw the doctor's car at your house this morning."

"It's my kid sister Susan," said her older brother slowly. "She was racing downhill with Mary when she fell on the concrete sidewalk scraping her knee. The doctor said that she must have got some dirt into the wound, for now she has blood poisoning."

"That's too bad," offered Ted. "She's only six years old. I hope they won't have to send her to the hospital."

"That's what makes me feel low this morning, Ted. The doctor said she must be rushed to the hospital for a blood transfusion."

"What's that?" asked Ted who was two years younger than Jim.

"Well, its something like this. Some people have bad blood or poisoned blood, see, and they will die unless they can get some good blood pumped into them. Someone, I guess, who has good blood gives up theirs for the person who is going to die, and that saves him and he gets well."

"You mean someone will have to give his very own blood to save Susan?" asked Ted.

"That's what the doctor says."

"I wouldn't want to give up my blood. I wouldn't want to die," said Ted, who was afraid.

"You might," protested Jim bravely, "if it was someone you loved a whole lot."
Just then Jim's mother called. "The doctor wants us all to come to the hospital at once to take samples of our blood. Come with us, Jim, in the car. One of us may need to give our blood to save Susan's life."

Jim jumped into the car, and soon they were in the hospital walking down the corridor toward the laboratory. Here the nurse took a sample of Jim's blood and typed it.

A little later Jim, his father and mother were sitting in the waiting room at the hospital when the doctor came in with his white, starched coat on. He walked over and put his hand on Jim's shoulder.

"Jim, we have taken samples of the blood of all the members of your family, and yours is the only blood that matches Susan's. Will you give your blood to save your sister Susan's life?"

Jim stood up trembling, his teeth set tight with determination and said, "Yes, sir."

"Come with me then," said the doctor, who took him away with him down the long corridors into a room where there were beds.

Jim was only twelve years old and he had never before been in a hospital. They put Jim on a couch and attached a tube to his arm to let the blood flow out of his body into a big bottle. As Jim was lying there on the bed, the doctor noticed that Jim was growing paler and paler. There was really no reason why Jim should look so white. And then the doctor realized that Jim was frightened.

So the doctor said, "Jim, you're not feeling badly, are you?"

"No, sir," said Jim trying to be brave. "But I was wondering just how long it would be before I die."

"Die?" exclaimed the doctor. "Oh, Jim, did you think that people who gave their blood to others must die?"

"Yes, sir," said Jim, and he couldn't quite hold back the tears.

"Well," said the doctor, "you are not going to die. Don't worry. You are going to live, but you were willing to give up everything if you could save your sister Susan; and that means you are a fine, brave man."

Jim was glad when he got off the couch and found that he was standing on his own feet and he was really still alive. But he kept thinking about what he had been through, and how he did give some of his blood to save his sister's life.

One Sunday at church he was still thinking about it as he sat in the pew. When he heard the minister read the verse of the hymn which he announced for everybody to sing, it was a hymn Jim knew well, but somehow it had a new meaning for him today:

"There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

O dearly, dearly has He loved!
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do."—Cecil Frances Alexander

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