WriteProcrastinator tagged me, yet again.
He's good about that, and usually, it's something to do with writing...so, I'm good with the tagging. This time, it's in connection with this blog, Memoirs of a Mommy
I don't read that particular online journal, however, I had a look, to see what was on, why she was passing out this award, what the whole deal was... and, it became an hour long adventure.
It seems her son, Noah, was born with a severe heart problem back in 2007. Only one thing, and one thing alone would save him; a heart transplant.
Organ donation is something so many people twitch about when it comes to discussing the issue, much less actually checking that little box on their license or on a form at the hospital. How do you decide you want to give your eyes or your skin or your lungs, kidneys, liver... your heart to someone when you die? Even more difficult is making the decision to donate a loved one's organs. To make that decision when it's your child's organs, your infant's organs... I cannot imagine the deep pain, the intense bravery that went into the decision the parents who offered up this ultimate gift so that other children could live... including Noah.
On 7 July 2007, Noah received another child's heart... and he was allowed to live. His family can still hold him, and love him, and laugh with him as he grows older... while another family grieves the loss of their child.
I often discussed this with the Ex. That should anything happen to one of our children, I'd want them to be organ donors, it's a cause I believed strongly in. I, myself, was marked as a donor on my license, and advocate more people should be, it's so easy, and, lets be honest, you aren't going to be using them, are you? He fought me on this, saying you should be buried with the same things you were born with. I asked him if he'd be getting the boys foreskins back... and did he realise the organs would be in a bag in their stomachs after the autopsy? Great lot of good they do there, reminding me of a turkey at Thanksgiving.
He was not too happy with me sometimes.
We never could agree on this matter, and thank God, it was something we never had to deal with. He refused to be one himself, so, I know it would have been a huge issue should something have happened. My feeling was, and remains, I would be happier knowing somewhere, my child lived on... seeing through another child's eyes, their heart beating on, their organs prolonging another life. It would soothe me, I believe, knowing this.
I cannot understand how people can go though life and not do something as simple as become a donor... knowing the long list, knowing how important it is, knowing you can save so many.
Register. Mark that box. Think of the good you can do.
It is the one great sadness I have now, that I can no longer be a donor candidate. Cancer kinda stops that, doesn't it?
It doesn't stop you, though.
Give a little bit of yourself, share the love.
Accordingly, happily, I am to nominate people with whom I am sharing the love.
Bill from Gainsville~ he's a good guy, and he makes me laugh.
Solomon ~ who works hard at finding gratitude in his daily life, making me search in my own.
Amber ~ who has a heart of gold
R~ who was there when I needed her
Take your Sharing the Love badge, with my love, please.... and pass on the word.
I mean, do we really want to go out like a turkey at Thanksgiving, when we can save lives?