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Bold Blood


Bold -- If you are a medical student or a doctor, this word will immediately bring to your mind Blood-Oxygen-Level Dependent imaging. On the other hand, if you are a dumbo like me you will see that the word is already in boldface. So why am I emphasising the word? And why is it associated with blood?

 I'm not getting into any of the mundane definitions, explanations or mnemonics. Until I read about the rare 'Bombay blood' this morning in the newspaper, I was not aware of it. Less than 190 Indians are known to have this blood type in which the basic protein H antigen is missing, according to the report. 

 It is heartening to note that three samaritans with this rare blood group came forward to save a life. But the need of the hour is something different. We need 'bold' people who are willing to donate blood on a regular basis to save lives. 

 Today, though there is an awareness, people seem to be too busy to spare time for this noble act. Until there is an unforeseen emergency, or someone in the family, a close friend or relative needs blood for transfusion, we don't tend to volunteer and donate blood. Blood banks are constantly in need of blood and each one of us can afford to donate blood once in a way. 

 So why not become part of the Bold blood group and donate at free will? Do you belong to the 'Bold blood' group? 

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  1. sujatha12 December 2014 at 06:13

    I wholeheartedly agree with u! Blood donation and organ donation are the need of the hour and definitely make a significant difference to someone somewhere, until researchers come up with viable man-made alternatives.

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