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The Gift of Life: Brandon Dybdahl's tale
Brandon Dybdahl received a heart transplant at the age of 3 on October 27, 1991. After 22 years, he lives on! Being alive today has inspired Brandon to become a world class marketer for transplant patients everywhere. His goal, to make a difference in the world. By doing so he wishes to travel across the globe to introduce to others the power of giving life. One mans life could change the future of how we look at medicine tomorrow.
Robin, Donor mother
Tennessee
As
Mother's Day draws near, I feel a sense of dread coming over me. May 13, 2001
will be 2 years since the death of my youngest son, Blake. On May 12th, Blake
(15-years-old) and my older son Bryce (17-years-old) were involved in a car
accident on the way to a high school soccer game. It was a devastating time for
our community and especially for our family. That evening at the hospital, we
were in shock when we were told that Blake was brain dead and would not
survive. Bryce was still in intensive care and was scheduled for surgery later
that night. The hospital was filled with teenagers, parents and our family. The
love and support all of them gave us at the time was very comforting. It was
proof that Blake had touched so many lives during his short 15 years and that
Bryce would have the help he needed from all of us to recover.
When asked about organ donation, we just did not know what to
do. We were not educated about organ donation and had never spoken with Blake
about it. After discussing this decision with our family, we knew that we had
to say yes! In life Blake was such a giving person, we knew that it would have
been his choice to give in order to help others. He gave his family and friends
love, laughter, friendship and joy, and we knew he would want to give someone
else the opportunity to have a better life.
We have recently been in contact with one recipient, and we know
that Blake's other two recipients are doing fine. That gives us some comfort in
knowing that a miracle has come from our tragedy.
For the past year and a half I have been involved with our local
donor service to help educate the public about organ donation, especially
teenagers and their parents. Making organ donation a topic about LIFE not death
is very important. Blake would have died from his injuries from the accident no
matter what, but others are LIVING because of his donation.
In closing, I just want to encourage everyone that has been
touched in some way by organ donation, recipient or donor family, to share
their story with others. By sharing my story, I may be saving the life of a
friend or family member in the future if they are ever in need of an organ
transplant. I may even be saving my life or yours. Plus, how would I be able to
ask someone else to say YES to donating their loved one's organs if we had not
said yes ourselves?
P.S. Bryce has recovered from his injuries but our whole family
is still dealing with the loss of a wonderful young man. I am so very thankful
for Bryce and his sister Tricia every day.
Michele, Donor sister
California
Three weeks ago
my 18-year-old brother was killed in a car accident. Once the ER Doctors told
us he was gone, my family and I didn't think twice about donating his organs.
My grief over his death is very strong, and it's very hard to admit that he
isn't coming back. Two days after he died, the Donor Network called us told us
that 70 people are going to benefit from my brother's death. So, for all the
people out there who are on a list, your time will come. Unfortunately, my
brother didn't have a choice in his death. But once he was gone, he helped so
many people, and for all I know he's still living in you.
Jean, Donor mother
New Jersey
On October 27, 1999,
I received the phone call no parent wants to receive. I was told my 27-year-old
son, Michael, had been in an automobile accident near his job. While being
transported to the trauma center with a head injury, he suffered a cardiac
arrest. Being a former ICU nurse, I knew how seriously he was injured. What
helped our family through those days at the hospital was knowing that Michael
had chosen to become an organ donor in the event of his death; sharing that
fact just two weeks prior while attending yet another family funeral.
This is not an easy subject for people to hear, but for those
76,000 people on the national waiting list, we are all mandated to talk to
whoever will listen.
Claudia, Donor mother
New York
I am a Donor
Mom. My son was killed by a drunk driver on May 16, 1999. He was a successful
stockbroker and was engaged to be married. I gave all his organs and tissue. Up
to 13 people live because of his gifts. Crippled children walk, and two women
burned in a house fire are alive due to his tissue gifts.
Merry, Donor mother
Missouri
Following the
loss of my husband and 2 1/2 year old son in an automobile accident caused by a
drunk driver, I was able to donate my son's organs. That was over eight years
ago and I am still so thankful that I was given the opportunity to donate
Johnny's organs. My story does not end in a sad tragedy, but new life came from
my tragedy. There are two children alive today because of the gift of organ
donation.
M.A., living kidney donor
Georgia
It has been
12 years since I gave one of my kidneys to my father. Our transplant experience
allowed my father to live a very full life for eight more years after the
operation. There are no words to describe the true value and bond that a
transplant operation can bring to families and friends.
Lisa, Donor mother
Texas
July 4th, 1998, my
24-year-old son James called to check up on how I was doing (my mother had died
suddenly two days earlier). Oh God, if I had known this would be our last
conversation, I would have memorized each word and burned it into my very
soul!
Before going into work to wrap things up, he let me know he had
arranged to take off the rest of the week and would see me later....If only I
had kept him on the line longer...or shorter...if only!!! This will forever
haunt me...I told him I loved him.... he said he loved me...and we said
good-bye...and hung up the phone.
In less then an hour, our lives would be shattered forever by an
18-wheeler that was stopped and straddling two lanes on the highway. James'
car went under the truck; another car hit him from behind. Our son was
airlifted to the hospital with a 5-inch gash across his forehead down to his
cheek, three skull fractures and every facial bone broken. He already had
irreversible brain damage, which kept getting worse as his brain continued to
swell. The doctors tried to prepare us on how he would look...but no amount of
words could ever have described how he looked when we walked into that ICU
room. My handsome son, who had been so intelligent and musically gifted, who
had graduated school with honors, now lay so still and barely recognizable.
Tubes were coming out from everywhere and in the background we heard the
sadistic whoosh of the ventilator softly mocking us. An array of lights danced
overhead on the monitor's screen. I was to learn what each number meant...and
as each hour and day went by I dreaded looking up at the changing numbers, yet
I dreaded not doing it either. James' brain continued to swell, his cranial
pressure climbing. He was in as deep of a coma next to brain death as you can
be.
THREE WEEKS EARLIER, while on the way to get his kittens their
rabies shots, James and I had talked about a little girl on the news that was
waiting to have a liver transplant and how important organ donation was. I had
commented how terrible it had to be for her parents not knowing whether their
child would live or die. "Look at how many people die every day in the United
States," he said to me, "and I bet there would be one of them that could be a
match for her. It's not like they need them anymore"
On July 9th, 1998 James was declared brain dead. There are no
adjectives to convey my feelings on how I felt. No word too awful, or invented
to explain to others my agony. To grasp how tormented you are seeing your
child, once so alive (ALIVE!) well, you just can't.
We had already spoken to our other children on their feelings on
donating James' organs and we were all in agreement. We requested for the
hospital to get in touch with the transplant coordinator for us. After friends
and family said their good-byes to him, I stayed in the room with him until the
organ recovery team would get there in a few hours. I talked to James. I sang
to him old and familiar hymns. I touched his face, his chest, his hands, knees
and toes. I told him how we loved him so very much and how he was so special.
I laid my head down on his chest and listened to the beat of his heart. A
heart that had once been growing inside me and grew up and lived too short of a
life. I felt the warmth of his body and knew it would not be too much longer.
I wanted time to stand still, or at least go very slowly...it went all too
fast. Then it was time for me to leave the room...forever.
While the story of James' life on earth ends here, for others
the stories will continue, thanks to organ donation and transplants. As he had
helped others during his life, James will continue to help others through his
death.
Since James died, this shadow of sorrow sits on my shoulder,
always there, whispering in my ear that he is dead. No one "gets over" the
death of his or her child. We learn to live with the pain and adjust to this
new normal way of life. I learned to work the computer, joined a monthly grief
support group and joined an online support group of other donor moms. I also
have become close friends with another mother whose 19-year-old son died two
years ago and was also an organ donor. There was an instant bond between the
two of us that bereaved parents all share. We had talked on the computer for
seven months and then met each other last year at the Giving and Living
Celebration, not knowing the other was going to be there.
I cried with her on the second anniversary of her son Jason's
death out at the cemetery where he is buried, and now I am going to be able to
rejoice with her at her up and coming wedding.
I am able to give newly bereaved parents a ray of hope that
someday they will learn to smile again, for in the beginning it is impossible
to believe.
Like many awaiting a transplant, or receiving one, my friend
battled with guilt about the way she would get a kidney and pancreas (which she
did, a year ago and is in wonderful health today) I told her it is not like she
was praying for God to be a hit man and kill someone for her. It is just that
when the inevitable happened, and someone died, that they would be organ donors
and be a match for her. I told her my son James would have died whether or not
we had donated his organs or not.
Donor families don't want recipients to feel guilty. Our family
never hesitated with the decision to donate James' organs. Even if someone
signs a donor card, it is ultimately up to the family whether or not their
loved ones organs are donated. James' spirit was gone out of his body and his
organs were now no use to him. I could not see burying organs that could help
others to have a long healthy life, and keep their families from going through
the pain of seeing a loved one die.
Love like you've never been
hurt
Sing as if no one was listening
Dance like no one was
watching
And live each day as if it were your
last
copyright
© 2001 - 2009 The James Redford Institute for Transplant Awareness
Tennessee
As
Mother's Day draws near, I feel a sense of dread coming over me. May 13, 2001
will be 2 years since the death of my youngest son, Blake. On May 12th, Blake
(15-years-old) and my older son Bryce (17-years-old) were involved in a car
accident on the way to a high school soccer game. It was a devastating time for
our community and especially for our family. That evening at the hospital, we
were in shock when we were told that Blake was brain dead and would not
survive. Bryce was still in intensive care and was scheduled for surgery later
that night. The hospital was filled with teenagers, parents and our family. The
love and support all of them gave us at the time was very comforting. It was
proof that Blake had touched so many lives during his short 15 years and that
Bryce would have the help he needed from all of us to recover.
When asked about organ donation, we just did not know what to
do. We were not educated about organ donation and had never spoken with Blake
about it. After discussing this decision with our family, we knew that we had
to say yes! In life Blake was such a giving person, we knew that it would have
been his choice to give in order to help others. He gave his family and friends
love, laughter, friendship and joy, and we knew he would want to give someone
else the opportunity to have a better life.
We have recently been in contact with one recipient, and we know
that Blake's other two recipients are doing fine. That gives us some comfort in
knowing that a miracle has come from our tragedy.
For the past year and a half I have been involved with our local
donor service to help educate the public about organ donation, especially
teenagers and their parents. Making organ donation a topic about LIFE not death
is very important. Blake would have died from his injuries from the accident no
matter what, but others are LIVING because of his donation.
In closing, I just want to encourage everyone that has been
touched in some way by organ donation, recipient or donor family, to share
their story with others. By sharing my story, I may be saving the life of a
friend or family member in the future if they are ever in need of an organ
transplant. I may even be saving my life or yours. Plus, how would I be able to
ask someone else to say YES to donating their loved one's organs if we had not
said yes ourselves?
P.S. Bryce has recovered from his injuries but our whole family
is still dealing with the loss of a wonderful young man. I am so very thankful
for Bryce and his sister Tricia every day.
Michele, Donor sister
California
Three weeks ago
my 18-year-old brother was killed in a car accident. Once the ER Doctors told
us he was gone, my family and I didn't think twice about donating his organs.
My grief over his death is very strong, and it's very hard to admit that he
isn't coming back. Two days after he died, the Donor Network called us told us
that 70 people are going to benefit from my brother's death. So, for all the
people out there who are on a list, your time will come. Unfortunately, my
brother didn't have a choice in his death. But once he was gone, he helped so
many people, and for all I know he's still living in you.
Jean, Donor mother
New Jersey
On October 27, 1999,
I received the phone call no parent wants to receive. I was told my 27-year-old
son, Michael, had been in an automobile accident near his job. While being
transported to the trauma center with a head injury, he suffered a cardiac
arrest. Being a former ICU nurse, I knew how seriously he was injured. What
helped our family through those days at the hospital was knowing that Michael
had chosen to become an organ donor in the event of his death; sharing that
fact just two weeks prior while attending yet another family funeral.
This is not an easy subject for people to hear, but for those
76,000 people on the national waiting list, we are all mandated to talk to
whoever will listen.
Claudia, Donor mother
New York
I am a Donor
Mom. My son was killed by a drunk driver on May 16, 1999. He was a successful
stockbroker and was engaged to be married. I gave all his organs and tissue. Up
to 13 people live because of his gifts. Crippled children walk, and two women
burned in a house fire are alive due to his tissue gifts.
Merry, Donor mother
Missouri
Following the
loss of my husband and 2 1/2 year old son in an automobile accident caused by a
drunk driver, I was able to donate my son's organs. That was over eight years
ago and I am still so thankful that I was given the opportunity to donate
Johnny's organs. My story does not end in a sad tragedy, but new life came from
my tragedy. There are two children alive today because of the gift of organ
donation.
M.A., living kidney donor
Georgia
It has been
12 years since I gave one of my kidneys to my father. Our transplant experience
allowed my father to live a very full life for eight more years after the
operation. There are no words to describe the true value and bond that a
transplant operation can bring to families and friends.
Lisa, Donor mother
Texas
July 4th, 1998, my
24-year-old son James called to check up on how I was doing (my mother had died
suddenly two days earlier). Oh God, if I had known this would be our last
conversation, I would have memorized each word and burned it into my very
soul!
Before going into work to wrap things up, he let me know he had
arranged to take off the rest of the week and would see me later....If only I
had kept him on the line longer...or shorter...if only!!! This will forever
haunt me...I told him I loved him.... he said he loved me...and we said
good-bye...and hung up the phone.
In less then an hour, our lives would be shattered forever by an
18-wheeler that was stopped and straddling two lanes on the highway. James'
car went under the truck; another car hit him from behind. Our son was
airlifted to the hospital with a 5-inch gash across his forehead down to his
cheek, three skull fractures and every facial bone broken. He already had
irreversible brain damage, which kept getting worse as his brain continued to
swell. The doctors tried to prepare us on how he would look...but no amount of
words could ever have described how he looked when we walked into that ICU
room. My handsome son, who had been so intelligent and musically gifted, who
had graduated school with honors, now lay so still and barely recognizable.
Tubes were coming out from everywhere and in the background we heard the
sadistic whoosh of the ventilator softly mocking us. An array of lights danced
overhead on the monitor's screen. I was to learn what each number meant...and
as each hour and day went by I dreaded looking up at the changing numbers, yet
I dreaded not doing it either. James' brain continued to swell, his cranial
pressure climbing. He was in as deep of a coma next to brain death as you can
be.
THREE WEEKS EARLIER, while on the way to get his kittens their
rabies shots, James and I had talked about a little girl on the news that was
waiting to have a liver transplant and how important organ donation was. I had
commented how terrible it had to be for her parents not knowing whether their
child would live or die. "Look at how many people die every day in the United
States," he said to me, "and I bet there would be one of them that could be a
match for her. It's not like they need them anymore"
On July 9th, 1998 James was declared brain dead. There are no
adjectives to convey my feelings on how I felt. No word too awful, or invented
to explain to others my agony. To grasp how tormented you are seeing your
child, once so alive (ALIVE!) well, you just can't.
We had already spoken to our other children on their feelings on
donating James' organs and we were all in agreement. We requested for the
hospital to get in touch with the transplant coordinator for us. After friends
and family said their good-byes to him, I stayed in the room with him until the
organ recovery team would get there in a few hours. I talked to James. I sang
to him old and familiar hymns. I touched his face, his chest, his hands, knees
and toes. I told him how we loved him so very much and how he was so special.
I laid my head down on his chest and listened to the beat of his heart. A
heart that had once been growing inside me and grew up and lived too short of a
life. I felt the warmth of his body and knew it would not be too much longer.
I wanted time to stand still, or at least go very slowly...it went all too
fast. Then it was time for me to leave the room...forever.
While the story of James' life on earth ends here, for others
the stories will continue, thanks to organ donation and transplants. As he had
helped others during his life, James will continue to help others through his
death.
- A little six-year-old boy regained his eyesight and an ex-fireman has a
younger and healthy heart.
- I have corresponded by mail and e-mail with the 37-year-old man who has one
of James' kidneys. I hope someday we can meet each other, but right now we
live too far away to do that.
- Last year at the annual Giving and Living Celebration at the Southwest
Transplant Alliance, we met a woman who was 47 and near death when she received
James' liver and other kidney. She told me when she was in her coma for over
two months, she felt like she was on a ship in the middle of an ocean alone.
She could hear people talking but they were far away. How can I adequately
describe the feeling when we met? She was like meeting a long lost relative
that I had never met before. It was wonderful and overwhelming. She is a
precious lady who has had to battle with a tremendous amount of physical
problems and has a young child at home.
Since James died, this shadow of sorrow sits on my shoulder,
always there, whispering in my ear that he is dead. No one "gets over" the
death of his or her child. We learn to live with the pain and adjust to this
new normal way of life. I learned to work the computer, joined a monthly grief
support group and joined an online support group of other donor moms. I also
have become close friends with another mother whose 19-year-old son died two
years ago and was also an organ donor. There was an instant bond between the
two of us that bereaved parents all share. We had talked on the computer for
seven months and then met each other last year at the Giving and Living
Celebration, not knowing the other was going to be there.
I cried with her on the second anniversary of her son Jason's
death out at the cemetery where he is buried, and now I am going to be able to
rejoice with her at her up and coming wedding.
I am able to give newly bereaved parents a ray of hope that
someday they will learn to smile again, for in the beginning it is impossible
to believe.
Like many awaiting a transplant, or receiving one, my friend
battled with guilt about the way she would get a kidney and pancreas (which she
did, a year ago and is in wonderful health today) I told her it is not like she
was praying for God to be a hit man and kill someone for her. It is just that
when the inevitable happened, and someone died, that they would be organ donors
and be a match for her. I told her my son James would have died whether or not
we had donated his organs or not.
Donor families don't want recipients to feel guilty. Our family
never hesitated with the decision to donate James' organs. Even if someone
signs a donor card, it is ultimately up to the family whether or not their
loved ones organs are donated. James' spirit was gone out of his body and his
organs were now no use to him. I could not see burying organs that could help
others to have a long healthy life, and keep their families from going through
the pain of seeing a loved one die.
Love like you've never been
hurt
Sing as if no one was listening
Dance like no one was
watching
And live each day as if it were your
last
copyright
© 2001 - 2009 The James Redford Institute for Transplant Awareness
