This weekend is my son Logan’s 14th birthday. Today we got a card in the mail from his grandfather, and a box addressed to Logan. The box was from a distribution center, so we weren’t sure who had ordered it for him. After dinner we gathered in the living room for him to open it up and see his birthday present.
It was a swab kit for Logan to get a sample of his DNA to see if he’s a viable donor for my bone marrow transplant. Just what every teenage boy wants for his birthday: Four sticks to rub in his mouth and send through the mail.