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Jennifer Rosenthal
A quick-fix dietary supplement changes
her life foreverIn many messages today there is a push to be thin. People
are left with disoriented body images which many times lead to a low personal
self-image and they begin a quest to resolve whatever they see as wrong.
In the race to find a quick fix, I, like many, took a dietary supplement
believing this would be my answer. Little did I know my only answer would
soon lie in a complete stranger, in their compassionate ability to give
the gift of life—and save my own.
The days leading up to my transplant were demanding on my body and even
more trying on the souls of my family and friends. Just seventeen days after
taking the supplement, I was left in Status 1 drug induced fullminant liver
failure; in conventional terms this means completely comatose, on life support
with my remaining time measured in hours. While my family held on to the
slightest hope for a miracle, my death looked imminent. I was airlifted
to UCLA Medical Center and under constant supervision in the Intensive Care
Unit. While hoping for the best, my family also was preparing for the worst.
The doctors had given them the statistics: Nationwide over 80,000 people
are awaiting organ transplants, including more than 2,000 children under
18, every twenty minutes a new name is added to the list but 16 people die
waiting each day. With this in mind, one of the necessary measures in preparation
included making arrangements to bring my son to the hospital to tell me
goodbye if an organ did not become available in time. Unwilling to lose
hope, my family trudged on, hoping for a miracle. My miracle came on November
12, 2002 at 8:12 a.m. My mother received the call from UCLA Medical Center:
“We have a liver for your daughter.”
I’m able to tell my story to my 4-year-old son because a family out
there had the courage to look beyond their own pain and find goodness out
of their son’s passing. Their son is now part of an elite group of
people that will be remembered not only in his family’s hearts but
in my heart, my son’s heart and that of the rest of my family and
friends. It is because of this family and families like theirs that a burn
victim can heal, a blind man can see, and through organ transplantation,
people that are in life-threatening situations can live longer, more fulfilling
lives.
When I share my story, each time I leave people with this thought: put yourself
not only in the position of becoming a donor, but more importantly imagine
yourself as a potential recipient. If your only chance to live relied on
someone giving you the gift of life, wouldn’t you want as many donors
out there as possible to increase your chance of survival? How can you expect
that of others and not of yourself? |