tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581890848051609503.post7179386511849591608..comments2020-06-01T18:29:07.227-04:00Comments on Carpe Diem Chris: When a stranger calls...SJMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865509551213496382noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581890848051609503.post-59503405463794557582009-05-08T14:31:00.000-04:002009-05-08T14:31:00.000-04:00I remember that call for Amelia's first transplant...I remember that call for Amelia's first transplant: we had a pager and were sitting in the living room and I kept saying, "what's that weird buzzing noise?" It was the pager on the dining table where I'd emptied it from my pockets. Being 16, Amelia was at the top of the donor list: they wanted to save any living donors for the (inevitable) next transplant. We'd only had to wait 7 months. Mostly I remember thinking about the family of the donor -- a 9-year-old -- and how raw and horrible their own pain must have been. Amelia and I would celebrate the "transplantiversary" with a quiet moment remembering the donor and his/her family. It truly is a remarkable gift.Prof.alisonbrucehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12278210833627373441noreply@blogger.com