This week is National Transplant Week and even though I’m still feeling pretty week I’ve tried to do my bit. My parents spent Wednesday morning (whilst I was on the ward dialysing) in the Royal Liverpool Hospital Foyer talking to people about the importance of Organ Donation and encouraging people to sign up to the register.
Then on Thursday I was asked to speak at the Thansgiving service that is held during Transplant Week in the hospital chapel. I knew that I would not be able to read my personal story as it’s all still a bit raw and my emotions are stil all over the shop. I agreed that lead for Organ Donation (who organised the service) in the hospital could read it for me and if there was a space for me I would read a poem (I felt I could disconnect myself from this a bit more).
I chose to read a poem called ‘Morning Birds’ as I read the last paragraph my emotions got the better of me but after a deep breath I managed to get through it. We wrote messages of thanks on the tag (see photo) and hung them on a tree. The hospital choir sung and a beautiful strong quartet played some stunning music.
It’s hard to put my thoughts to words
For words could not portray
The admiration and gratitude I hold
For You and Yours today
Your act of pure selflessness
Has erased from my mind
The constant fear of searching
Only to never find.
A gift of life stands well apart
From any we may receive
But giving life has unimaginable rewards
When given in your grief.
My second chance, I pray will be
A journey, fair and true.
For your gift enables me to do
So much I thought I’d never do
And also now, direction lives
Within my heart and mind
To be half, in life, the person you were
Leaving this world behind.
You’ve given me your Morning Birds
They’ll sing only for you
And when your moon at night appears
It’s then I’ll talk to you
In summer when I stroll the shore
With my love by my side
A stone I’ll throw, to the ocean waves
And think of you with pride.
By Andy Dunne