When someone asks me to name my personal heroes I used to think of people who’ve won great prizes and were well-known for their work. But, since 2003 my list has been topped by a friend who donated a kidney to his sister. And recently I learned an old friend donated one of her kidneys to a stranger. There are super folks all around it turns out.
Now, my niece is scheduled to donate part of her liver to an older brother. She’s a perfect match. And once again I am in awe.
Years ago I joined the national bone marrow registry, and I admit, I didn’t think it would ever come to anything and so far, it hasn’t. I’ve donated blood loads of times. I look away the entire time. They tell me I have lovely, fat veins, but I sing songs in my head so I don’t imagine what they’re doing to those veins. And sure I’ve filled out and signed the donor card that came with my license, but that’s not the same thing. I’ll be dead when that happens. It’s the idea of donating while alive that scares the heck out of me. Or, maybe it is my (tiny) hospital phobia. Hmmm. But now I realize, if I’m ever a match I’ve got three heroes to emulate. Wow.
If you haven’t already filled out a donor card, please consider it, or sign up online.