I've been following the terribly sad story of the girl who got the wrong transplant organs. Apparently she might have another chance today, because a donor with the right blood type has been found. That is good news.
And yet, I can't help but wonder something else: when a family allows the harvesting of a loved one's organs, are they told where those organs are to be used? What I'm wondering is, is there a family somewhere that, having lost a loved one, at least took some solace in the fact that their misfortune would possibly prolong the life of another, only to learn even later that their loved one's organs will now be of no use to anyone?
The personal blog of author Kelly Sedinger, chronicling the adventures of one overalls-clad wanderer.
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