Violante’s story: “Save thanks to the marrow of a 19-year-old boy who could be my son”

“The possibility of removing from me an end that seemed to be waiting for me was given to me by a stranger who, out of pure altruism, gave me his bone marrow. What do I know about him? Very little: that at the time of the donation he was 19 years, 3 more than my son is now. Nothing else: I don’t know his name, nor have I ever seen his face, and I don’t know where he lives.