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Organ Donation Takes the Stage

DSC_0083I spent the evening yesterday at Cottonwood Creek Retirement and Assisted Living. It was their 27th anniversary celebration and they chose to promote organ donation as part of their celebration!!

We provided a program for the residents as they ate dinner. A few of the contestants for Miss Murray donated their time and talents to help with the program. A sweepiano groupt 90 year old woman then told me she was from Holland and had once been Miss Holland. Meeting her was a real treat for all of us.

Paul Cardall spoke of his heart transplant and then played the piano. The music was incredible. There were also copies of Paul’s new book “Before My Heart Stops” available for sale.

The program ended wieditedth a jazz duo playing some very relaxing and easy listening music as people finished eating their desserts. One member of the jazz duo is waiting for a liver transplant and spoke a little about what it is like waiting. It was the perfect ending to a great program.

“Cry Me a River!”

Concert cropped“Cry Me a River!” This was my picture message to my kids last week when Michael Buble started off his concert with this song at the E Center! IDS is participating with the E Center in West Valley this month, and we have had a table and display at several concerts and Grizzlies games to spread the word about organ donation. It was really fun to meet our volunteers Kristin and her daughter, Kassidy, and to trade off manning the table and slipping in to see Michael in concert!

 

Michael Buble, NDLM 2010 010Kristin is a liver recipient, 8 years out, and I loved getting to hear her story, and realize what the gift of life has given her and her family. Kassidy was only 8 years old at the time of her mom’s transplant, and she and her 3 older brothers would have had very different lives indeed without the donor who has made these past 8 years possible. It was so special to me to watch mom and daughter get excited about the concert, try to decide which t-shirt to buy, and just to see them together. When it came time for them to go, I didn’t cry myself a river, but I teared up looking at the two of them, grateful that they have this precious borrowed time that might not have been. A few minutes later, just as we were starting to take down the display, a sweet, older woman came by and asked if we had “anything for donations”. We showed her a brochure, but she said, no, she just wanted to give us a dollar to help someone. Her simple generosity has played on my mind over and over again. In a world where people have so many reasons to “cry me a river” it’s rewarding to be a part of the miracles, large and small, in the donation community.