Living with a deceased donor liver
“I have a rocking chair in my office. It's covered in pillows and blankets, and I sit here and drink my coffee in the light of dawn, rocking back and forth, holding vigil for my grief. I am learning that if I want to live well, I need to learn how to grieve well.”
I wrote a blog post back in January about holding vigil. I spent so many hours in that chair holding vigil for my grief, for my deceased donor who lost their life and saved mine. I think about my donor often, feeling like I have established some kind of strange connection to this person I’ve never met by holding their organ in my body. I feel the grief of it all flowing through my veins. It feels important to me to grieve this. I want my donor’s family to know that I knew the sacredness of what took place, that I honoured the life of their loved one.
i read an article once about how transplanted individuals were considered to be human shrines. They held sacred ground between life and death. I like that. I want to move forward into my second life like that