A few years ago we received the phone call that every parent dreads. Our 18 year old son Luke had been involved in a road trauma and was on life support.
We had discussed organ donation as a family two years before the accident, so when the ICU doctor explained to us that there was no hope for Luke’s recovery our world fell apart — but we agreed to donate Luke's organs as was his wish.
He was 18 years, 5 months and 17 days old.
Years later, I came home from work and found my husband semi-conscious on our front verandah. He was then taken to the emergency department and when we arrived, our family was taken to a private room. The doctor came in and knelt down beside my chair. Immediately I thought, ‘this cannot be happening AGAIN’.
Tony had suffered a brain aneurysm and once more we heard the words that there was no hope for recovery. Our world was falling apart all over again but we knew Tony's wishes so the decision to donate his organs was not a difficult one.
He was 54 years old.
Between them, my son Luke and my husband Tony saved the lives of 10 people.
Saying yes to organ donation was the easiest thing we had to do on those two fateful nights. Knowing that as we were saying our final goodbyes there were families receiving the news they had been waiting for. This did not lessen our pain, but did bring a measure of peace.