I have been on this thread for a while but will give my full story anyway.
DS has CF, and is severely affected. He will need a heart /lung transplant eventually and possibly kidneys/liver due to the meds keeping him going being so toxic. We know of a lovely little girl who used to play with DS and she chose not to accept an organ and died two years ago, aged just 11.
My heart breaks thinking about putting him on the list, when the time comes to it. I don't think about it regularly, as it really fucking scares me. Moreso than what I would do should DS not survive.
Unfortunately for our family, DH also had renal failure caused by a random virus and ended up needing a kidney. When DD was four weeks old, DH had a major heart attack, caused by the effects of dialysis. It was then that I decided to donate a kidney (which was considerably risky given I had two small children at home). We weren't compatible but were able to go ahead with the live donation anyway. This process took an awfully long time (two years start to finish). There were times when I had DH and DS in two different hospitals at the same time, and was tearing myself in two.
Luckily the transplant was a success and everything (touch wood) is well, but honestly? My heart was in my mouth the morning they wheeled me down. I cried as I was petrified but I also knew that I would never be in the position to help DS but I could help DH.
My god how I wish I could make DS better - I'd give own life. But, I can't. I can't make it better or make it go away. I can't promise him a long healthy lifetime. But I can sign up to the donation register. I have talked friends into it too. DS is a beautiful boy, who loves moshi's and minecraft. He battles daily with medical shit and has more operations than is fair. My only hope is that his courage to get through daily life will encourage people to sign up, so that should he need an organ he can get one.
I know how daunting the process - more than anything as I've donated myself. There was a chance I could die (not helped by them tearing my renal artery) and I had to request that should anything happen that they continue with DH's transplant and not tell him.
Also I practice what I preach. Our DD is on the register, I am on the register. It's not an easy decision and despite my previous posts I have no problem with people who don't want to donate for any reason, and who wouldn't accept an organ.
But when I think of my boy, I can't help but feel angry that people would accept but not donate because it's icky, or scary, or a whole host of silly reasons. Think about battling every day with a condition knowing that ultimately your life will end if you don't get a transplant. Now that is scary.