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If you sign the organ donor card on your license, your loved ones have virtually no say what happens to you. The doctors make the decision. We’ve too often seen doctors a little too eager to bring death for the greater good to others.
Years ago, my father suffered a heart attack and the moment the doctor heard my dad had a touch of emphysema he decided this was end stage. We told him that he’d been working on the house the day before and the doctor ignored us. We said he’d walked two miles home from the car mechanic because he didn’t want to ask for help just the past week. He ignored us, saying we didn’t understand. He said my dad had been hiding how bad his illness was.
Interestingly, the doctors and nurses called the time of death. They know this because they were upping the pain meds until they knew it would kill him. So we demanded he be taken off all medications. The doctors balked. The nurses gave us attitude. Serious attitude. One nurse even lectured us that she thought we were cruel to our father. So that night we all prayed. And guess what? While we all went to the chapel, a nurse snuck in to the room to deliver morphine without our consent. WITHOUT CONSENT. So committed were they to death. She said it was a mix up but we knew. So then, the family had to sit watch. Someone stayed with my dad constantly just to make sure the medical staff wouldn’t kill him.
Two days later my father woke up. We arranged an ambulance to bring my father to another hospital. Nurses and doctors literally barred the way, refusing to let him out. It was insane. The ambulance driver said he’d seen this before and he announced, “I don’t work for you.” He then rammed my father’s bed through the blockade. And my father lived five more years. He walked three miles every day and ate healthy. He got to play with his grandchildren.
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Years ago, my father suffered a heart attack and the moment the doctor heard my dad had a touch of emphysema he decided this was end stage. We told him that he’d been working on the house the day before and the doctor ignored us. We said he’d walked two miles home from the car mechanic because he didn’t want to ask for help just the past week. He ignored us, saying we didn’t understand. He said my dad had been hiding how bad his illness was.
Interestingly, the doctors and nurses called the time of death. They know this because they were upping the pain meds until they knew it would kill him. So we demanded he be taken off all medications. The doctors balked. The nurses gave us attitude. Serious attitude. One nurse even lectured us that she thought we were cruel to our father. So that night we all prayed. And guess what? While we all went to the chapel, a nurse snuck in to the room to deliver morphine without our consent. WITHOUT CONSENT. So committed were they to death. She said it was a mix up but we knew. So then, the family had to sit watch. Someone stayed with my dad constantly just to make sure the medical staff wouldn’t kill him.
Two days later my father woke up. We arranged an ambulance to bring my father to another hospital. Nurses and doctors literally barred the way, refusing to let him out. It was insane. The ambulance driver said he’d seen this before and he announced, “I don’t work for you.” He then rammed my father’s bed through the blockade. And my father lived five more years. He walked three miles every day and ate healthy. He got to play with his grandchildren.
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Why You Should Think Twice Before Signing on to Being an Organ Donor – Creative Minority Report
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