Tonight, I stumbled across an old friend. I remember praying for her son, Kevin, a few years ago, a heart problem, serious surgery, not sure whether he would make it or not. I remember rejoicing when the surgery was successful. I received a care pages update from her a few weeks ago, and he is doing amazing! He is a happy, active, normal 17 year old boy.
I just re-read his info, and realized that the surgery he had was an aortic valve replacement. It hit me right between the eyes! When Max died, his aortic valves that were usable were DONATED! I hope that someone just like Kevin received Max's valves. I hope that person has a long and happy life, and has many years with his family.
At first, it made me violently ill to think about the whole donation process, and I couldn't be happy for anyone else because of what we had lost. But reading about Kevin truly comforted me. I know if I was Kevin's mama, I would have been so grateful for my son to receive a second chance at life! I would have rather Max kept his valves and kept living!! But since that couldn't happen, it is finally starting to give me some comfort that many people will have life or longer life or sight because of the gift our family was able to give when we lost Max. Thank you, Lord, that grief does not stand still, that it moves ever so slowly forward if we choose to go with the process.
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