The news about my friend's son, who needs a kidney donor, brought home something I've been thinking about lately.
I am a strong believer in organ donation.
I always imagined that, after my death, there would be all these people, out there, whose lives I saved by donating my organs.
Though it is so difficult to think about, it can be very comforting for a family to know that out of their darkness and tragedy emerges hope, and new life.
Cancer took that away too.
I can't donate anything... ever.
Not blood; not organs.
Not while I'm alive.
Not after I'm dead.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
Bilingually Mourning, Shiva in Two Languages
14 hours ago