Saturday, November 15, 2014
In June 1995, I was attending a conference in Minneapolis when I went in into cardiac arrest. I remember nothing of that time. Thanks to the firefighters and their defibrillator, I survived. Within a few weeks, I was back in Philadelphia in a hospital bed where I waited four months for a new heart. I expected that a heart transplant would keep me going for a few years. However, here I am, 19 years later, working full time.
The shortage of organs is real. People do die because the waiting list is too long. And transplant recipients also survive. Among the thriving survivors are two of my former students—one with a new heart and one with a new kidney. My driver’s license bears the words “organ donor” I hope you will encourage others to offer themselves as potential donors.