Many of you know that I just underwent ACL reconstruction surgery. This surgery involves removing the torn ACL from the knee and replacing it with a graft from another ligament or tendon in the body. In my case, the graft for my reconstruction was not taken from my own body but was donated from someone else. My first reaction to this was to be amazed with modern medicine and the ability to accomplish such complex things. I very quickly also began to ponder the notion of having tissue from another body in mine. I flipped through a lot of thoughts ranging from it seeming a little creepy to being excited at the idea of getting to have the opportunity to have such a close connection with another person.
I understood that this tissue (an Achilles tendon in my case) would be harvested from a cadaver, a person who is no longer living. It seems strange now, but it took some time for it to sink in that this would not be a person who's life had run its "natural"course of aging and failing as all bodies eventually will. Such aged tissue would not be a good fix for a knee that will be hoping to dance and jump and run and play for another 30-40 years. I was faced with the truth that the tissue I would receive would come from a person who's life was cut short, someone likely only 20-35 years old.
Whoever this person was, whoever their family was, chose to turn that loss into a gift. In all likelihood, there are a number of people whose lives were saved from this gift, perhaps a heart recipient or kidney or liver. The families who received those gifts surely feel the full gratitude of the generosity involved. Those recipients may want to meet the family at some point to tell them the story of how their loss, became the saving grace for someone else.
Though my life was not saved, it will be significantly improved. It feels very important to honor the gift given me. In comparison to heart and liver transplants, an Achilles graft transplant may seem trivial but in order to have wholeness, it is not. The people who received those larger gifts will forever represent, in fact be connected to, the life giving power of the donor. Those people will represent the life force of the donor and what was notable and evident and special about him or her. I like to think that the gift I received will stand for the the un-notable, everyday aspects of that person. The parts of them that were regular and routine; the parts of them that filled the space between the special and the outstanding moments of their lives; undoubtedly, the parts that their family and loved ones miss the most.
About Me
- Matman
- It seems that trying to write infomation that sums me up is impossible. I feel so complex and yet so simple. I imagine that, to some, I am very interesting but to others, a complete bore. I chose to write a blog because I often feel like I have so much to say, but frequently can't imagine why anyone else would care to listen. If people choose to read my blog, then I know that at least some part of them is interested. I also know that, as a blogger, I am not claiming to be an expert on anything I write. I'm only sharing my opinion based on what I know and feel in that moment. My own best truth. I can use writing as a way to stretch my thinking and hopefully the thinking of others. While I hope that others will want to read my writing, and will gain from doing so, my ultimate goal is to write for myself, even if no one else ever reads.
1 comment:
awww tears in my eyes...beautiful sentiments.
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