“I had never been interested in donating blood. I'd heard about it here and there throughout my entire life, but it just wasn't for me. Between two separate rounds of allergy shots, trying to get pregnant, and then having two children, I'd been poked and prodded enough. I mean, no one enjoys getting stuck with needles — why would I voluntarily sign up to do so? In July last year, I got my answer. My then 4-year-old daughter Olivia had been acting noticeably more tired and crabbier than usual. We'd also noticed a few new spots on her body that we thought were new freckles. A few days passed, and the few brownish spots had changed to a reddish-purple rash all over her belly. Almost immediately, our pediatrician sent us to the emergency room. After several hours of testing, we heard the words every parent is terrified of hearing: ‘Your child has cancer.’ Upon this diagnosis, we were admitted to Nationwide Children's Hospital and stayed there for the next few weeks. We learned that Olivi...