Before My 19-Year-Old Son Died, He Donated His Heart to an 18-Year-Old Girl—Then Her Mother Handed Me a Letter: “Mom, There’s Something You Need to Know About Her”
She did not receive the heart because a doctor felt sorry for her.
She did not receive it because Caleb negotiated some private exchange.
She received a donated organ through a medical process in which Caleb’s expressed wish could be considered only within the system’s requirements.
I needed that knowledge because grief invents horrifying alternatives.
Did someone give up on Caleb because another patient needed his heart?
No.
Was my son somehow worth more as a donor than as a patient?
No.