Ya Gotta Have Heart.

April 25, 2016

It happened in Afghanistan. There are lots of stories that start like this. Some end in body bags. This one doesn’t. Steve’s heart went nuts. I’m not a doctor. I don’t even play one on television. I can use language like this. Maybe it was  a virus or a toxin or bacteria. We don’t know.

All we knew is this army medic was being flown home, fast. We were, on one level relieved. On another freakin’ freaked out.

Steve is six foot three or 1.91 metres. Because of his size, the docs said it might take three years to find a suitable heart. Yep, transplant.  You can explode a bomb by Steve and it doesn’t phase him. He did what guys do and went out for Chinese with the family. The fortune cookie said “Something good is coming.”

The ‘something’ came early and from Southern Ontario, that’s the moment that made me feel that rising swell of relief mixed with grief mixed with gratitude, I could cry but I won’t feeling. Steve, beloved husband of my life-loving cousin Michelle lives in Eastern Canada. The donor? The heart came from near my home town.

A young, big guy, signed his donor card. This generous giant saved the life of someone who served his country. His strong heart gave new life to a man who saved lives his whole life.

Sign your donor card or register online. Every nation has their protocol.
Heck get a tattoo across your chest that says  ‘I’m an organ donor. Take what you need.’
I’d pay for that.
Grateful for those who are generous to the very end.
From the Mayo ClinicBy donating your organs after you die, you can save or improve as many as 50 lives. And many families say that knowing their loved one helped save other lives helped them cope with their loss. It’s especially important to consider becoming an organ donor if you belong to an ethnic minority.







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