It is incredible – and sometimes so desperately sad – how everything can change in the blink of an eye. Just a week ago, I was tweeting and posting messages on my Facebook wall asking people to think healing thoughts for the survival of a little baby known affectionately as Capt. Snuggles.
Today I am asking everyone to send out thoughts of strength and love to his grieving mother, Amy, three days after the tiny body of Capt. Snuggles was laid to rest.
It’s one of those situations where words are not enough. What do you say to a Mom who has just buried her child? “I’m sorry your baby died”? That seems so trite, so inadequate, not nearly enough to express the depth of the sorrow I feel, which is nothing compared to what Amy must be feeling.
It’s not to say that I haven’t tried. I have left Amy messages letting her know that I am here for her, that I am grieving with her, that I want to do what I can to shoulder some of the heaviness that is filling her world right now. When she is ready, if and when she needs to, she will reach out to me. She knows (I hope!) that I am here. For now, that is what matters.
There is a message that I want to put out there, though, to everyone who reads this. Capt. Snuggles, during his five month stay in the hospital, underwent a massive array of medical treatments. That he had hope at all was due to the fact that a family allowed the liver of their loved one to be given to the Captain. Without that liver, there wouldn’t have been hope.
If you are healthy, if there is no medical reason for you not to, please sign your donor cards. Please talk to your families, let them know that if they ever have to say goodbye to you, that you would like for your organs to be used to save someone’s life, or at the very least, to give someone hope, to give a family hope.
Capt. Snuggles also received blood. Many, many units of blood. Again, that blood would not have been there if there were not people out there willing to give away blood of their own. These events have inspired me to become a blood donor myself. I donated for the first time on Thursday, January 20th, and I will donating again in March. Every 56 days, I will roll up my sleeve, and whisper a prayer for the unknown person who will receive the blood flowing out of me.
I am hoping that by writing this, at least one person who reads it will consider becoming a blood donor. I know that there are people who are not able to donate for medical reasons. There are people who really do need to keep their blood for themselves. But for the majority of us, giving away blood is a piece of cake. I had absolutely no ill effects after my encounter with Canadian Blood Services. I felt great, and I didn’t even have a bruise.
If you are medically able to, please look into what it will take to donate blood in your area. Please think about saving a life, bringing hope and joy to a family.
