Hello everyone, I do understand that this may be a taboo topic, however my Martin donated his heart, liver and kidneys. I spent the 7th of August 2022 in a bed beside him in the ICU.
The staff at The Royal Belfast, did honour my wishes ( we had just been told that my Martin was brain dead) his birthday was the 8th of August and I wanted to be there with him.
I am going to be completely honest in my words; I did not want to do it; that may sound really selfish, but why should another person get to live when my reason for living was gone?
I had the worst experience with the nurse who was involved with the transplant interview, she kept referring to my Martin in the past tense! I know at one point, I was ready to say, you are just interested in my husbands organs, and have absolutely no respect or concern for me or Martin’s family!
I am also really surprised that the recipients of my husbands organs have not had the common decency to get in touch? Jeepers, had that been a member of my family, I would have reached out!
This is how I feel, I know that lots of people may disagree. I have now taken myself of the donor list and due to this experience, both my brothers and all of Martins siblings have done the same.
For a person to receive my beautiful Martin’s heart and save their life, how could they not thank us as a family? I really struggle with this; apparently a heart is the best gift you can give.
In all honesty, if I could go back, I would say NO!
I struggle with this every day. Sorry if this offends/ upsets anyone, it’s just how I feel…