Organ Donor vs Egg Donor

30/12/13

This topic has been on my mind for a long time.  Organ donor versus Egg Donor.  Is this the same thing?  Would you donate a part of your body to someone who is ill, to help them survive?

Yes.

Or if you were dying or unwell, and needed an organ, you would look for someone who is compatible to yourself, to have an organ replacement.  A great scientific thing.  Fantastic that it works and people are filling out the forms to be an organ donor.

I saw a leaflet about being an ‘Organ Donor’ when I was at the Ambulance and Emergency (A&E) at hospital, couple of weekends ago.  I took a form and said to myself, yes, I would like to do such a great thing for the people of my world.  Though recently, I found the form, folded in my handbag.  I opened it up and did not read it.  I admit, I looked at it once and then threw it away.  I can’t do it.  It is not that I don’t want to, it is a big scary decision.

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One of  my colleagues at work, told me he is an organ donor.  This decision he made himself and it is printed on his provisional driving license.  Cool.  A lot of my face book friends and out of work friends, do support this.  Terrific.

When I discussed this topic about donating an organ at school. we looked at the pros and cons, and everyone were like ‘OMG’, ‘Weird’ ‘Such a good thing to do’ – there was so many different views.  I think back then, I was one of those kids, who was yes, very much for organ donating.

Don’t get me wrong.  I love donating.  I am very generous when it comes to charity.  Regular basis, giving money to different charities, all year round.  Anything I see in newspapers or justgiving websites, I want to give and support them.

If my body needed an organ, I guess, I would say no.  No operation.  No, I don’t want a heart.  No, I don’t want blood.

Isn’t organ donor – similar giving blood?

If there is something wrong with my body, I will deal with it.  Can’t fix it.  Don’t worry.  Not the end of the world.

I had a conversation with a friend about women who can’t conceive, who have complications when they are trying for a baby.  My friend said to me, “Why do these women try, again and again, when their body is not giving them, what they want.  Just be happy and don’t bother trying.” (Again – is referring to such techniques like IVF, more on this coming up.)

Fair play.  That is her opinion.  A traditional view?

Yes, why bother trying?  If some part of your body does not work, then why try?

Science has advanced so much.

The first IVF baby was born 35 years ago this year, named Louise Joy Brown.  In a time where such techniques were forbidden, unheard of, distrusted, not traditional.  Bit like taboo.  Then three decades later, IVF has become a very successful story.  Well, I wouldn’t say a very VERY SUCCESSFUL story, as you never HEAR about the UNSUCCESSFUL STORIES very much.

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In Vitro Fertilisation ( also known as IVF for short) is a process in which to fertilize an egg outside the human body and is then implanted back into the uterus. This process is used to help those couple having trouble conceiving.

As times have changed, the success rates have increased. I think it depends on numerous elements.  Age, time, what your condition is etc.

So, egg donors – would you categorize in the same section as a organ donor?  I think I would.  Similar sort of thing.  Isn’t it?  If you are a donor, and you want to help a stranger, you would not mind giving some of your healthy eggs away to hospitals to help couple who are trying for a baby.  But what happens, if it is on the other side.  The side where you are the couple who need to find an egg donor.  I guess, it must be a big decision, to decide for it or against it.   Most egg donations are anonymous.  Great.

So, back to my question:

Organ donor vs Egg Donor.

Is it the same?

Would you donar organ if you needed one?

NO.

If you couldn’t have children, would you get an egg donor?

Yes.

But WHY?

If you don’t support organ donation, don’t they both fall in the same category?

It is a body part, something out of another body, then out in your body to help you.

Is it a selfish thing to do?  Is it moral? Immoral?  unethical?  Then suddenly, religion and culture jumps right into the middle of it all.

Memories of M

I remember speaking to an old work colleague about our future plans.   We both were about in our early twenties.  I had two jobs at the time, working evenings in a busy food take away and in the day working in a grocery store, where my colleague M worked.  His mum would pick him up and drop him off, he lived in a village couple of miles away.  While I just walked to work.  

M was a tall, thin guy, with long grisly mousy brown hair.  He always wore his shirt tucked out over his baggy trousers, he was a greb afterall.  Grebs I don’t know what you call them now.  People who were into rock music.  M was a year younger than me.  He knew some of my old childhood school friends, which he studied with in high school.  

Something struck me today, that made him remember him.  My good friend.  We used to have a lot of funny conversations about music and had a lot of interests in common.  Before I go off in another direction, lets get back to what I wanted to write about.

He was studying at university an engineer course and in his second year.  Myself, well, just working and spending all my free time on writing a novel, which is still incomplete and reading philosophy and anything else I could get my hands on.

M recommended me a book called ‘Beyond Good and Evil’  by philosopher Friedrich Nietziche.  Good read too.  

Anyway, I remember we were standing down the crisps and sweet aisle, can’t remember why we were both down there.  Filling up the shelves with crisps probably.  M asked me what I was going to do with my life.

“I don’t know,” I remember recalling, “Just go with the flow”.  

This wasn’t the main part of the conversation, there was something we talked about.. I can’t seem to get there.. as I can’t remember..

We talked about moving on, aims in life, buying your first home, making commitments.

I remember he told me he was terrified committing himself to a girl or getting married.

I guess I too, worried about getting married at that time,  Though I didn’t have the pressure of looking for the ideal suitor, that was my parents job.  So, luckily for me I was able to relax and when the time is right it will happen.  Marriage was not part of my future plan.  As you had all the extras that went with being a married couple.  The offspring side.  

I remember speaking to him and telling him i refuse to breed and it is easy for men to plant a seed and disappear.  Women are not factories.  There is more to life than this.  And M said it is part of evolution,  You can’t stop evolution.  

Then the debate began.