^I’m fairly certain that neither party is supposed to be able to know the other.
It was definitely a full liver, from a 30 year old person who passed.
While you are on “the list” waiting for an organ, you get called in to the hospital whenever a possible match is available. Usually around midnight. A representative gets contacted by a local hospital that they are going to have certain organs. That person calls me, asks lots of questions about my current health, and tells me about the liver.
I was called in 3 times, where I got admitted, got cleaned and bloodtests for surgery, only to hear after 6 hours of waiting that the organ was not deemed useful for transplant upon further inspection.
Once. My blood work was too bad for me to survive anesthesia.
So. I thought I was going to get the surgery 4 times, before I actually got mine. Honestly. The night I did end up getting a liver, I assumed that either the liver or my health, would prevent it from happening.
I was given 4–6 days to live in November 2020. October 2022, I was still barely alive. I was fairly sure I would never survive the long, radical surgery.
They changed my liver out, like a car stereo. It’s quite amazing.
Another thing. I have discovered some differences since I have had the new organ. I no longer have allergies. I now like oatmeal, and mustard. My sense of smell is 1,000 times better. Although that is probably tied to the no more allergies. My nose used to be permanently stopped up, unless I was in a desert environment.
I wonder if the donor liked oatmeal, or mustard. But. That doesn’t seem like a direction I would like to go…
I know it’s not like I can “fail” this assignment, but yeah it’s really important to me.
One of the people with the program stopped by my room after a few really rough recovery days. He asked me lots of questions about my life, so he could tell the donor family how they saved a great person.
The guy seemed almost disappointed with my every answer. I wasn’t famous. Wasn’t a war hero. Wasn’t 100% sure if I have children. (Long story.) And after he left, I felt pretty down on myself. I had been extremely painful, but in a very positive mood before I talked to him.
I guess. I thought I didn’t want to disappoint the donor family.
A lot of pressure comes with a transplant. I have a lot to live up to. I’m aware it’s essentially a second chance. I’m certainly aware that most people barely get a first chance…