Willing to Pass It On


Of course I’d heard of organ donation, but it stopped being theory and became personally real when my husband’s aunt received a new liver in December of 1999. Seeing how this new, healthy organ changed her life made organ donation not something I “might be okay with” to something that I wanted to definitely happen if it was possible. (In reality I plan to live so long that nobody would want my bits and pieces, but I know that we aren’t always in charge of what happens in life.)
I made sure my husband knew that I would want “everything usable” to be harvested – heart, lungs, intestines, eyes, kidneys, liver, anything that someone else needed and could use , they were welcome to take as long as they made sure I was dead first.
Then two years ago, I met a woman whose story made me rethink my statement of “everything usable” – I met a woman who had gotten new hands

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy.

I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training.

I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter.

I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating.

I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be.

I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes.

I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.