Organ donation is often a hard conversation to have. An open discussion is difficult since the topic is about death but remind yourself it is also about life. When the unthinkable happens we do not have time to think about donating organs since we are dealing with grief and a variety of emotions. We all need to open the discussion and I hope I can show you why.
Did you know that organ donation can save 8 lives and further saves up to 80 lives now with tissues, valves and other vital organs in the human body. I have seen and continue to see people and children whose lives have been saved by this wonderful gift. I currently personally know ten children in our province who have had transplants and are doing amazing things with their lives. My daughter had also been a recipient of donor tissues and she continues to thrive. We are very thankful that she is no longer in immediate need of a donor heart but we however know that this will be necessary in the future.
Each year thousands of Ontarians get a second chance to live life to its fullest, thanks to the kindness of people who have given the ultimate gift but sadly everyday on average 18 people die waiting for that second chance. Some people still believe that you can be too old to donate but this is not the case. There is no age-related reason not to donate. We as compassionate human beings can plan to give a gift of life and we can start by opening a discussion with our family and friends. This is also very important since in Ontario even if you have registered at beadonor.ca your family can decide not to donate your organs. Canada continues to have one of the lowest donation rates so let’s change this! Let’s talk so we all know and then we can respect each others wishes. I am now going to include one of my favourite stories written by the late Robert Noel Test. Read this to your loved ones to open up this discussion – it is so very important – Let’s Talk and remember loss can equal hope.
To Remember Me
Robert Noel Test (1926-1994)
To Remember Me
At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my “deathbed.” Call it my “bed of life,” and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to a man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who has been pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all my prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
Jean is a regular blogger for Cardiac Kids, for more information about her or to read her daughter’s story click here