I saw a wonderful image this morning.
A picture of a little boy, holding a stethescope to the chest of an elderly man, listening.
Listening to the beat of his father's heart within that elderly man's chest.
The boys father had been killed, and his organs had been donated. The man who got his heart had been told earlier the day of the transplant that unless a heart became available soon he wouldn't be strong enough to withstand the surgery.
Miraculously, later that day, he got a heart.
One person's tragedy became another person's salvation. I like how that works.
I've been a recipient of donated tissue. I had a surgery a couple of years ago to repair the damage my monster-baby son did to me when he was being born, and my surgeon used pieces of cadaveric skin. I may be the recipient of more donor tissue soon - the spinal fusion surgery I might be eligible for sometimes utilizes donor bone.
But you know, you don't have to die to donate. You can donate some organs and live to tell the tale. Kidneys and bone marrow are the most common, but you can give part of a liver, pancreas, intestine and even a lobe of your lung and still live happily afterwards. You don't have to die to help someone else.
I'm an organ donor. It says so on my drivers' license, and my family and my friends all know that if, when I die, there's any part of me that could be salvaged and used to help someone else....well, I want to help them.
I'm an organ donor. Are you?
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