When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
It did not make my body communal property.
The transplant center understood that better than my family.
The donor advocate repeatedly gave me exits.
I found that strange at first.
Hannah’s doctors were fighting to save her life.
Why would another professional keep reminding me I could say no?
Because ethical donation requires voluntariness.
The moment a donor becomes only a tool for the patient, medicine has failed somebody.