Organ procurement and the 1,784-day wait that changed me
I used to believe that reverence required silence. Years ago, when I first stood at the table during an organ procurement, I carried an expectation that now feels almost childlike in its purity. I wanted the room to feel sacred.…
I used to believe that reverence required silence.
Years ago, when I first stood at the table during an organ procurement, I carried an expectation that now feels almost childlike in its purity. I wanted the room to feel sacred. I wanted the air itself to acknowledge that a human being, still warm, still perfused, still carrying the quiet dignity of a life recently lived, lay before us. I expected every …
Organ procurement and the 1,784-day wait that changed me
