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My Donor Card

It was my first time donating blood in Sin Chew’s hall back in 1999. Due to my weight, I was only allowed to donate half a pack or the smaller cc pack. I wasn’t afraid at all because my friend was with me. He was the one who encouraged me to try. Besides, a very enthusiastic uncle was there sharing his story of how good it is to do this and how he has agreed to donate all his organs when he die too. Ooo…the thought of giving away all organs and tissues was frightening at first. However, the idea lingers in my subconscious mind for sometime until recently I found out the exact place to be a registered donor.

After reading some valuable information like religious viewpoints, faq, and details about how they will take my organ after I die and not hindering the funeral process and so on, I decided to sign myself up.

1. Are there any religious objections to organ donation?
2. Will organ donation affect funeral preparations?
3. Am I too young or old to be a donor?
4. What is the actual process of removal?
5. Tell me more about organ donation and brain death.
6. How can I become a donor?

It was a very speedy service as well. Within a week, I received my donor card. It is advised that donor carry the card with them at all time and inform their family of their wish before death. Otherwise, family members will be in a very difficult situation to decide whether to give or not.






This poem by American poet, Robert N. Test has inspired organ donors all over the world.

To Remember Me - I Will Live Forever
Robert N Test

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly

tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital; busily
occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor
will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all
intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body
by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be
called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others
lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face
or love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing
but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of
his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and
find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain.

Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless
boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain
against her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice

against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil.

Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word
to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

Source:
Organ Donation in Malaysia


Comments

blinka.Li said…
wow, that is very kind of you. See, sometimes being 平淡 gives you time and heart to think what u can do and actually DO IT. I am so PROUD of you! :)
Jess said…
看来我应该像你看齐!
LHS said…
Wow,you're so brave to do this!
laundryamah said…
err.i've always wanted to donate my organs too,,if usable la..but how ah???
Oscar's Mommy said…
where did you get it done? i wanted to be a donor too but sure my mom will make noise... die also must have all organs intact wor! proud of you la...
Allyfeel said…
blinka.li,
Ya...jia pa bu tai chi cho...:) Thank you!

jesslyn,
谢谢! 你也可以啊!

Hui Sia,
I think die liao, I won't feel the pain kua?? :)

laundryamah,
Hi, thanks for stopping by. Hehe...click here http://www.organdonation.com.my/donor.asp.

1. Fill in the provided form.
2. print them out and send it to
PUSAT SUMBER TRANSPLAN NASIONALM(NATIONAL TRANSPLANT RESOURCE CENTRE)
HOSPITAL KUALA LUMPUR
JALAN PAHANG
50586 KUALA LUMPUR

and done!!! :)

mylittlechampion,
see above.
I just thought that it won't be painful after death kua. But explaining to parents part is a bit tricky though. Anyhow, if you decided not to donate eventually , PUSAT SUMBER TRANSPLAN NASIONALM will respect you.
laundryamah said…
Thanks.I've just filled the form!
Anonymous said…
I wanted to do that but I am afraid. Yesterday I just gave permission for my hubby to do that. Yet to fill in the card.
ZMM said…
That's a very good deed you are doing this.

I'm a blood donor too, but haven't done that for close to 3yrs liao. Pregnant and breast feeding cannot donate. :(
Allyfeel said…
LaundryAmah,
WOW! Great!!!

jazzmint,
Thanks!

michelle,
No need to afraid. We sama sama do it. hehe.... :P

zara's mama,
Oh ya... of coz, you feed your own anak with blood and sweat ler. That's even more 伟大!
Anonymous said…
i want to donate my organs too but am having a hard time convincing my husband.....*sigh*

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