As for people saying they wouldn’t accept an organ, in June I was told that due to the seriousness of my heart condition my only hope of survival was a heart transplant and to not leave hospital but to be sent to the transplant centre to be placed on the urgent transplant list. However, when they measured my lung pressure it was too high meaning that a heart transplant would not be possible. A dr came to see me and told me that he was very sorry but I was ineligible for transplant and that my only hope was to restore my health to the point it had been before I went into hospital (which was pretty shit, I was housebound, unable to walk up more than half a flight of stairs etc) and that he couldn’t tell me how long I had left but that the outcome was inevitable.
My actual words to him were that I was aware that transplant carried risk anyway, and so if it wasn’t meant to be then I was at peace with that.
The consultant who is the transplant or coordinator for the hospital understood that to mean that I didn’t want a transplant anyway. Certainly the idea of needing a transplant was terrifying, probably because I was in some part in denial even though I had been sick for three years and had nearly died just days before and nearly died again days after.
But when he came to see me he basically said that if I wanted to live then a transplant was my only long-term option, and that I should want this.
He is very blunt and very direct but I’d rather that than someone who beats around the bush tbh.
The result is that they have put some interim measures in place to stabilise my heart and hopefully improve my quality of life, and make me transplant viable again. Those measures have worked. I have more stamina than back then and more importantly, my lung pressure has come down to the point where I am now eligible for a transplant.
I still don’t want a transplant, the thought of surgery absolutely terrifies me not to mention what it all means, but I absolutely need one. And so I have accepted the fact that my only long-term option is a transplant. For me there are no more interim measures such as ventricular assistance devices because of the structure of my heart. So if I deteriorate again I have to both hope that my pressures stay stable, and that a heart becomes available.
But I have been left in no doubt that this is the only treatment option.
So while they certainly wouldn’t bully someone into receiving an organ, they absolutely won’t sit back as someone said “oh, I don’t want one of those,” because as doctors they are trained in order to save lives.
PS: I also realise that there’s a chance a heart won’t be found in time, or that my condition will deteriorate rapidly, and if that happens well, we’re all going there one day, it’s just that some of us get some insight into how that might happen. Doesn’t mean I won’t fight to keep as fit as I can, but I am at peace with the alternative if that’s how it turns out.