Ever since the Mad Scientist and I visited the funeral home at the urging of DQ's hospice staff, I've had some very heavy thoughts and emotions. I have been more sleepless than normal. Agitated. Unwell.
Actually, now that I think about it, the visit to the funeral home didn't cause me this consternation, but the follow up visit with hospice later that week has done me in.
Really, the visit to the funeral home helped me more than I expected and calmed me in a way I did not realize that I needed. It made me feel like I would be able to say goodbye as I needed to, in my own time. That comforted me greatly.
We were told that DQ could stay in our house as long as needed and when we were ready, the funeral home would pick her up in an unmarked van for our own privacy and comfort. They promised not to rush me and not to intrude in our home in an abrasive or cold manner. We were assured that the funeral home would take the utmost care of our
precious daughter and that she would be treated in as much respect upon
her death as we expect in her life. And she wouldn't be alone as she so greatly fears.
A couple short days later, the hospice social worker pulled the Mad Scientist aside and told him we had to think about organ donation. There wasn't much to think about though because we have always been in great support of organ donation. Donated tissues saved DQ's life as a baby!
But there was more.
If we want DQ to be an organ donor, she will have to be rushed away to the hospital immediately upon death. There will be no thoughtful, peaceful goodbye. The caring team we met at the funeral home will not be in charge. She will be in some ambulance, scurried off on a gurney, maybe even left in a hallway at the hospital as I've seen done tons of times before. She will be all alone and in the place that scares her most--the hospital.
Having to choose has tormented me in a way no other decision has before.
I know the importance of organ and tissue donation. I've begged people to become donors. I've been listed as a donor since I received my driver's license. I have friends whose children have been given a second chance at life because of organ donors and friends who have lost children because a donor could not be found. We considered heart and lung transplant for the Dancing Queen and if it had been safer for her, we would have probably done it. I have countless friends with their children on organ donor registries right now. I know how important this is! I want to donate the Dancing Queen's organs.
But I can't imagine letting her go immediately. I can't imagine letting her go at all, but having to agree to her being ripped out of my arms, taken from our home in an emergency to the place she fears most!!!!!!!!!!! That seems to defeat the entire purpose of hospice. What dignity is there in that?
And what could they use from her anyway? Her heart and lungs are already destroyed. Her liver and kidneys have begun to be damaged and will likely be much worse by that time. Her beautiful eyes would be the only real thing left to use. Yet the only organ that must be transplanted live is the heart. Why would she have to be carted away immediately, in such a cruel and heartless way? No wonder it is so difficult to get people to agree to organ donation.
And before you start spewing vitriol in my comment section, I'm not writing this to get your opinions of what an awful person I am for considering to not donate my daughter's organs upon death or to hear what a hypocrite I am. I'm already feeling that on my own. I'm also not writing to seek support for whatever decision we end up making. I just need to get it out there so I can let go and hopefully come to some decision.
