Tuesday, 13 December 2016

Domino and Square



My driver’s license says, “Organ Donor.” It’s been there for as long as I can remember. As the years have passed, I’ve assumed that little note has meant less and less. I’ve been using my liver, my kidneys, my heart and lungs for well over fifty years. I figured, if it was time for me to cash in my chips, about all that would be considered useful would be my corneas. I was wrong. As it turns out, last year about a third of the organs transplanted were from donors over the age of fifty. The oldest organ donor in the U.S. (so far) was 92 years old. He was a liver donor who saved the life of a 68-year-old woman. Never rule yourself out. Doctors will decide at the time of your death whether you can donate, because when it comes right down to it, it’s not the years. It’s the mileage.

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