OUT OF NOWHERE
Jun 11, 2020
3 minutes
WORDS BY LAEA MARSHALL
With one small prick, a drop of blood oozed from my finger. ‘We’ll just get this tested,’ a nurse smiled.
It was December 2017, and I was due to donate blood at my local donation centre.
A few minutes later, though, I was turned down.
‘I’m afraid your iron levels are too low for you to donate today,’ the nurse frowned, suggesting I see my GP about it. It came as a surprise – I hadn’t been feeling unwell at all.
I was pretty tired, but being a single mum to
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