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prev home archive next Momentary Thought Yesterday's mood was a source of consternation and concern for some of you out there. Rest assured, the storm has blown over. These things seldom last. It was actually a little bit fun to be so out of character for a day. Liberating, even. I don't have to be Captain Happy *all* the time, after all. High/Low High: A journaling friend may be coming to visit me in a couple of weeks. More details once she gives me permission to go on and on and on and ON about it publicly. Low: The lease company thinks they can get $1160 out of us in "repairs" for a car we turned in in great condition, which they proceeded to "lose" for two months, *then* inspect it, *then* tell us we owe them. I think not. Current Obsession Gah. My homework for my Stats class. Have I mentioned that I'm doomed? Also, I'm worrying about Willa. Grin Source My aforementioned journal friend's visit! Singing So she wants to live her life, then she thinks about her life... "Meet Virginia" by Train - put into my head because a co-worker by the name of Virginia passed me in the hall. Thusly my mind works. Storyteller Bio Dramatis Personnae Who I Read Recipes |
An offering for May's "If... Project" Topic: If someone close to you was in
failing health and only by offering one of your vital organs could they be possibly saved, would you do it? Would you risk your life on the chance that another might survive? The automatic, reactionary answer to this question is "Of course! Anything!" And to a certain extent, that's true. It's conditional on the person and the circumstances, though. As is everything in life. Take Calvin, for instance. I'd give him any organ he needed, any at all, for him to stay alive. Regardless of what it might do to me, and my quality of life. Period. End of report. No thought required. Of course, if it would seriously screw me up, it's doubtful that he'd allow me to do it. But we're not talking about the willingness to accept a donation, we're talking about the willingness to give one. I'd do it for Marie, or Michael. Because they're extensions of Calvin. Besides having winnowed their own places in my affections. But beyond there the lines of "close" get blurred. Family members? Out of a sense of responsibility, I guess. I'm not really close to any of them, much as I love them. I'm "closer" to some friends I have than my family members. And I'd be more concerned about my own well-being, and quality of life after whatever organ is removed from my body. Really, though, there aren't too many donor type circumstances in which the donor is minimally effected. (affected?) Most stuff we only have one of. Unless we're talking blood, or bone marrow, or some such thing. If they needed money in order to get whatever done, sure, I'd help out all that I could. But if they needed my eyeballs or something? Uh, well, I'll have to think about that one. Funny thing is, Calvin and I have talked about an offshoot of this topic before. What if his ex, X(f), required something like a kidney transplant, and Calvin turned out to be the exact type she needed as a donor? Would he do it, to preserve the life of the mother of his children, even though he personally has angst with her? He said he would consider it, for the kids' sake. I laughed, and responded that it would be even weirder if it were *me* that ended up being the "perfect match". Guffaw. I wonder if she'd accept a kidney from me, even if refusal meant death? The only thing that would make me consider it for *her* is if the refusal of said donation would negatively impact Calvin and the kids' opinion of me. And then, I'd only consider it. I'd rather the circumstance never come up, thank you. I, personally, wouldn't be a donor for my ex, X(m). Nope. Nosiree. Not even, I think, if we had kids together. And it's damned good thing we didn't have kids. ~Shudder~ Imagine having to have life-long ties with that psycho. I guess there was a time when I felt like I would do almost anything for him. Damned if I can remember it now, though. That entire life is a very blurred memory for me. Hah. I guess that's one good reason why everyone should stay on everyone's good side. You never know when you'll need a spare part. The more friends and family you have who are willing to give up something that profound, the more chance you have in finding a good match should that ever come up in your life. Now, that's a morbid reason to make friends, isn't it? "Go out and play with the neighbor's kids, Johnny. You never know when you'll need a kidney." Kidding! I'm kidding. Get your pointer off the "mail" link. I'm not serious. |