Be the match. I dare you.

A few weeks ago, I signed up online at www.bethematch.com, an online bone marrow registry.

I'd heard about it, was intrigued, researched it, and decided I wanted to join. So I can be a bone marrow donor for someone in need.

Even with millions of people on this registry, some people cannot find a bone marrow match.

Imagine if I could be that match for someone.

So, I talked to Ben about it. I was a little unsure what his reaction would be -- which, looking back on it now, is a little crappy of me. Ben's not selfish by any means, he's an organ donor, and I should have assumed that he'd be on board with this idea. But he's also the kind of guy that has expressed to me his complete-opposite-of-DO-NOT-RESCUCITATE-orders, namely resuscitate at any cost and using any means within your disposal.

Diane, if I'm on my death bed and only staying alive by the use of machines and/or feeding tubes, with little to no sustainable brain activity, you make darn sure to keep me hooked up for as long as possible.

So I thought he might be all, "nobody touches my bone marrow!"

But he wasn't. I told him about my decision to join the Be the Match registry, and he got all pumped up and said he wanted to join too.

So I ordered our swab kits.

They came in the mail this week.

Basically, there are four cotton swabs, you swab the inside of your mouth four times for ten seconds each, attach a little sticky flag to each swab, and mail it back.

Forty seconds later, swabs are popped in an envelope and ready to be mailed (postage-paid!) back to Be the Match.

Check out the website at bethematch.com. Consider signing up. Maybe save a life.

There are worse ways to spend forty seconds. I'm just sayin.