True story (thread):
I was an intern doing my surgery rotation. I’m walking down the hallway in the OR. All the OR room doors are closed except one . . .
I was an intern doing my surgery rotation. I’m walking down the hallway in the OR. All the OR room doors are closed except one . . .
There’s another intern leaning against that doorway, looking in. I ask him what’s going on. He says, “21-year-old kid. Motorcycle accident. Brain-dead. They’re harvesting his organs.” . . .
I look in and I see a surgeon standing over the kid’s open chest with a knife in his hand. I look at the heart monitor: normal rate and rhythm. I look at the oxygen saturation from the respirator: normal. . . .
Then the surgeon makes a sudden, quick, circular motion with the knife at the base of the kid’s heart, severing it.
Immediately the heart monitor goes flatline. . . .
Immediately the heart monitor goes flatline. . . .
I walk away, shaking my head, and my first thought was, “Well, he wasn’t dead before, but he sure is now.“
You’re not dead when they take you to harvest your organs—only after.
You’re not dead when they take you to harvest your organs—only after.
