Forever grateful for their new lives
Dear Donor Family,
I am the extremely lucky and eternally grateful recipient of your loved one's kidney. On the 6th September, I received a call at 2.30 am which changed my life. The call was from Phyllis, the transplant co-ordinator from Beaumont Hospital, advising me that a nearly perfect kidney match to mine had been donated by a donor family and requesting me to come to the hospital as soon as possible. I was operated on a couple of hours later and the transplant was a great success. Since that unforgettable day, I have wanted to write to you to try and express my gratitude to you and your loved one for the precious gift you have given me, but have found it extremely difficult to find the right words.
I am acutely aware that while I have been given the gift of life, your loved one has been taken from you, and in trying to explain how much the gift from your loved one means to me and my family, I hope I have not upset you. As I mentioned at the beginning, there really are no words that can adequately express how much the gift I received from your loved one means to me. It is a precious, unique and priceless gift that I will cherish and nurture for the rest of my life.
An eternally grateful recipient
(An excerpt from a letter written by a recipient to a donor family)
This letter is most likely to be very difficult for you to read but I hope that by reading it you find some small comfort in my words. It is almost impossible to formulate the words that will convey my absolute gratitude for your family's gift to me.
I was born with a rare condition known as Prune Belly Syndrome.
In 2001 my life changed in a way that up until then, I could only dream and pray for.
No Longer Waiting
Jim’s good news story
My story as I awaited a lung transplant is carried in the "waiting for a donation" section and now I am so blessed and delighted to be able to say that just a few short weeks ago I became a recipient of a donated lung. But first let me explain what transpired just before this. It hopefully will stress to everyone the importance of never giving up hope.
“Don’t take your organs to heaven; heaven knows, we need them more here”
My name is Rosie, and I have Cystic Fibrosis (CF). Shortly after I turned 18 I was told I needed a lung transplant as my own lungs were damaged as a result of numerous chest infections and scarring. I had just graduated from school and was embarking on a four year degree in psychology when I was told. It didn’t come as a huge surprise; even though I’d been fortunate to have a good and healthy childhood, I had spent a lot of my teenage years in and out of hospital.
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