Robin, Donor mother
As Mother's Day draws near, I feel a sense of dread coming over
me. May 13, 2001 will be 2 years since the death of my youngest
son, Blake. On May 12th, Blake (15-years-old) and my older son Bryce
(17-years-old) were involved in a car accident on the way to a high
school soccer game. It was a devastating time for our community
and especially for our family. That evening at the hospital, we
were in shock when we were told that Blake was brain dead and would
not survive. Bryce was still in intensive care and was scheduled
for surgery later that night. The hospital was filled with teenagers,
parents and our family. The love and support all of them gave us
at the time was very comforting. It was proof that Blake had touched
so many lives during his short 15 years and that Bryce would have
the help he needed from all of us to recover.
When asked about organ donation, we just did not know
what to do. We were not educated about organ donation and had never
spoken with Blake about it. After discussing this decision with
our family, we knew that we had to say yes! In life Blake
was such a giving person, we knew that it would have been his choice
to give in order to help others. He gave his family and friends
love, laughter, friendship and joy, and we knew he would want to
give someone else the opportunity to have a better life.
We have recently been in contact with one recipient,
and we know that Blake's other two recipients are doing fine. That
gives us some comfort in knowing that a miracle has come from our
For the past year and a half I have been involved
with our local donor service to help educate the public about organ
donation, especially teenagers and their parents. Making organ donation
a topic about LIFE not death is very important. Blake would have
died from his injuries from the accident no matter what, but others
are LIVING because of his donation.
In closing, I just want to encourage everyone that
has been touched in some way by organ donation, recipient or donor
family, to share their story with others. By sharing my story, I
may be saving the life of a friend or family member in the future
if they are ever in need of an organ transplant. I may even be saving
my life or yours. Plus, how would I be able to ask someone else
to say YES to donating their loved one's organs if we had not said
P.S. Bryce has recovered from his injuries but our
whole family is still dealing with the loss of a wonderful young
man. I am so very thankful for Bryce and his sister Tricia every
Michele, Donor sister
Three weeks ago my 18-year-old brother was killed in a car accident.
Once the ER Doctors told us he was gone, my family and I didn't
think twice about donating his organs. My grief over his death is
very strong, and it's very hard to admit that he isn't coming back.
Two days after he died, the Donor Network called us told us that
70 people are going to benefit from my brother's death. So, for
all the people out there who are on a list, your time will come.
Unfortunately, my brother didn't have a choice in his death. But
once he was gone, he helped so many people, and for all I know he's
still living in you.
Jean, Donor mother
On October 27, 1999, I received the phone call no parent wants to
receive. I was told my 27-year-old son, Michael, had been in an
automobile accident near his job. While being transported to the
trauma center with a head injury, he suffered a cardiac arrest.
Being a former ICU nurse, I knew how seriously he was injured. What
helped our family through those days at the hospital was knowing
that Michael had chosen to become an organ donor in the event of
his death; sharing that fact just two weeks prior while attending
yet another family funeral.
This is not an easy subject for people to hear, but
for those 76,000 people on the national waiting list, we are all
mandated to talk to whoever will listen.
Claudia, Donor mother
I am a Donor Mom. My son was killed by a drunk driver on May 16,
1999. He was a successful stockbroker and was engaged to be married.
I gave all his organs and tissue. Up to 13 people live because of
his gifts. Crippled children walk, and two women burned in a house
fire are alive due to his tissue gifts.
Merry, Donor mother
Following the loss of my husband and 2 1/2 year old son in an automobile
accident caused by a drunk driver, I was able to donate my son's
organs. That was over eight years ago and I am still so thankful
that I was given the opportunity to donate Johnny's organs. My story
does not end in a sad tragedy, but new life came from my tragedy.
There are two children alive today because of the gift of organ
M.A., living kidney donor
It has been 12 years since I gave one of my kidneys to my father.
Our transplant experience allowed my father to live a very full
life for eight more years after the operation. There are no words
to describe the true value and bond that a transplant operation
can bring to families and friends.
Lisa, Donor mother
July 4th, 1998, my 24-year-old son James called to check up on how
I was doing (my mother had died suddenly two days earlier). Oh God,
if I had known this would be our last conversation, I would have
memorized each word and burned it into my very soul!
Before going into work to wrap things up, he let me
know he had arranged to take off the rest of the week and would
see me later....If only I had kept him on the line longer...or shorter...if
only!!! This will forever haunt me...I told him I loved him....
he said he loved me...and we said good-bye...and hung up the phone.
In less then an hour, our lives would be shattered
forever by an 18-wheeler that was stopped and straddling two lanes
on the highway. James' car went under the truck; another car
hit him from behind. Our son was airlifted to the hospital
with a 5-inch gash across his forehead down to his cheek, three
skull fractures and every facial bone broken. He already had
irreversible brain damage, which kept getting worse as his brain
continued to swell. The doctors tried to prepare us on how
he would look...but no amount of words could ever have described
how he looked when we walked into that ICU room. My handsome
son, who had been so intelligent and musically gifted, who had graduated
school with honors, now lay so still and barely recognizable.
Tubes were coming out from everywhere and in the background we heard
the sadistic whoosh of the ventilator softly mocking us. An
array of lights danced overhead on the monitor's screen. I
was to learn what each number meant...and as each hour and day went
by I dreaded looking up at the changing numbers, yet I dreaded not
doing it either. James' brain continued to swell, his cranial
pressure climbing. He was in as deep of a coma next to brain
death as you can be.
THREE WEEKS EARLIER, while on the way to get his kittens
their rabies shots, James and I had talked about a little girl on
the news that was waiting to have a liver transplant and how important
organ donation was. I had commented how terrible it had to
be for her parents not knowing whether their child would live or
die. "Look at how many people die every day in the United
States," he said to me, "and I bet there would be one
of them that could be a match for her. It's not like they
need them anymore"
On July 9th, 1998 James was declared brain dead. There
are no adjectives to convey my feelings on how I felt. No
word too awful, or invented to explain to others my agony. To
grasp how tormented you are seeing your child, once so alive (ALIVE!)
well, you just can't.
We had already spoken to our other children on their
feelings on donating James' organs and we were all in agreement.
We requested for the hospital to get in touch with the transplant
coordinator for us. After friends and family said their good-byes
to him, I stayed in the room with him until the organ recovery team
would get there in a few hours. I talked to James. I
sang to him old and familiar hymns. I touched his face, his
chest, his hands, knees and toes. I told him how we loved
him so very much and how he was so special. I laid my head
down on his chest and listened to the beat of his heart. A
heart that had once been growing inside me and grew up and lived
too short of a life. I felt the warmth of his body and knew
it would not be too much longer. I wanted time to stand still,
or at least go very slowly...it went all too fast. Then it
was time for me to leave the room...forever.
While the story of James' life on earth ends here,
for others the stories will continue, thanks to organ donation and
transplants. As he had helped others during his life, James
will continue to help others through his death.
- A little six-year-old boy regained his eyesight and an ex-fireman
has a younger and healthy heart.
- I have corresponded by mail and e-mail with the 37-year-old
man who has one of James' kidneys. I hope someday we can
meet each other, but right now we live too far away to do that.
- Last year at the annual Giving and Living Celebration at the
Southwest Transplant Alliance, we met a woman who was 47 and near
death when she received James' liver and other kidney. She
told me when she was in her coma for over two months, she felt
like she was on a ship in the middle of an ocean alone. She
could hear people talking but they were far away. How can
I adequately describe the feeling when we met? She was like
meeting a long lost relative that I had never met before. It was
wonderful and overwhelming. She is a precious lady who has
had to battle with a tremendous amount of physical problems and
has a young child at home.
Since James died, this shadow of sorrow sits on my
shoulder, always there, whispering in my ear that he is dead. No
one "gets over" the death of his or her child. We learn
to live with the pain and adjust to this new normal way of life.
I learned to work the computer, joined a monthly grief support group
and joined an online support group of other donor moms. I
also have become close friends with another mother whose 19-year-old
son died two years ago and was also an organ donor. There was an
instant bond between the two of us that bereaved parents all share.
We had talked on the computer for seven months and then met
each other last year at the Giving and Living Celebration, not knowing
the other was going to be there.
I cried with her on the second anniversary of her
son Jason's death out at the cemetery where he is buried, and now
I am going to be able to rejoice with her at her up and coming wedding.
I am able to give newly bereaved parents a ray of
hope that someday they will learn to smile again, for in the beginning
it is impossible to believe.
Like many awaiting a transplant, or receiving one,
my friend battled with guilt about the way she would get a kidney
and pancreas (which she did, a year ago and is in wonderful health
today) I told her it is not like she was praying for God to be a
hit man and kill someone for her. It is just that when the inevitable
happened, and someone died, that they would be organ donors and
be a match for her. I told her my son James would have died whether
or not we had donated his organs or not.
Donor families don't want recipients to feel guilty.
Our family never hesitated with the decision to donate James' organs.
Even if someone signs a donor card, it is ultimately up to the family
whether or not their loved ones organs are donated. James' spirit
was gone out of his body and his organs were now no use to him.
I could not see burying organs that could help others to have a
long healthy life, and keep their families from going through the
pain of seeing a loved one die.
Love like you've never been hurt
Sing as if no one was listening
Dance like no one was watching
And live each day as if it were your last