Oh Valentine’s Day, here again filling the world with red, pink and soppy ‘boy done good’ social media posts. You saucy minx. Valentine’s day can be a controversial one due to its commercialism, but I for one love an excuse to celebrate everything good with the world.
I did plan to write a whole post about why I love Valentine’s Day so much, but this post by Rihanna at Robowecop put it far more eloquently than I ever could – seriously, go and have a read.
I’m not going to discuss Valentine’s Day today, but something equally as important to me as celebrating love. Organ donation. Today, as well as being the day we all run to M&S for our Dine In deal, Primark for some new undies, and make Romance the most popular category on Netflix, is National Organ Donor Day.
I’ve been signed up to the organ donor register for around 5 years now, and it’s something I feel really passionate about. Why let my (hopefully) healthy organs be burned or buried, when I can give them to someone else who will benefit from them?
I’m not a very charitable person, I’ll admit that. I don’t carry spare change for charity buckets on the high street. I don’t have enough disposable income to commit to a monthly direct debit, and I don’t run marathons to make money. I hope all of these things change within my lifetime, and that I can make a difference to other people, but I’m determined AF to help after death.
I can’t imagine what it must be like to need a new organ and be on a waiting list, your life ticking away. Or one of your family members, or friends, needing a new heart, or liver, or set of lungs, and knowing there’s plenty of good ones sat in the ground. It’s not nice to think of death, I get that. Most people don’t want to think about it – I know I don’t. But if I have the opportunity to do one good thing in my life, that I won’t even be around to feel, or recover from, or worry about, then damn right I will.
Today is the day of love, and if you do one thing today, please have a think about organ donation.