It's Sunday afternoon and you and the younger children are watching TV after church and waiting for lunch. Your wife, Jill, is upstairs fixing tacos with your older son, Teddy. Today, there will be fresh tomatoes from the garden with the taco fixings. It's going to be great.
Teddy appears in the doorway with a flustered look. "Mom's fallen down!" he tells you. Quickly, you leave the children in his care and investigate. Jill is slumped over, half awake. You call 911. The paramedics are on their way. Jill drifts in and out of consciousness as you wait for the ambulance. It seems like forever, but when they arrive, you are quickly relegated to spectator status.
What are they doing? Jill's shirt is off and they are pushing on her chest. Her heart. Please let her live, God. But you know what the lead paramedic is going to say to you after they stop working, cover Jill respectfully, and begin packing their gear.
My God. It just doesn't seem real, God.
You're not really sure what is happening. The EMTs leave the room and you are confused as to what must happen next, who you must talk to, what to say to the children, whether any of this is even really happening.
It looks like another medical team has walked into the kitchen. One of the workers is carrying a clipboard and asking about your wife's medical history. Shocked, you answer all the questions and she seems to be coordinating your answers on some electronic device. You are just going through the motions, just trying to function in the moment.
What was that about kidneys? You want to take Jill out of the kitchen and take her kidneys? Organ donation? Jill was making tacos. Then she fell down and organ donation. You need me to sign a paper because you need the paper signed. Not understanding what, must live through this minute and what will I tell Teddy and I hear the smaller children crying. There is really no time, please sign and save someone's life.
They are hungry and I am not sure about lunch. Kidneys and paper and not sure why but would I sign this paper you need signed organ donation confused. Must get through. Get through. Sign paper. Get through.
Does the above story sound like "informed consent" to you? It's organ stealing. And it's legal. As one commenter so aptly put it, "Sick people have NO claim whatsoever to anyone else's organs. Period. Ever."
It's a good thing for these vultures that they're pulling this crap in Manhattan, because around here? They would encounter some um, physical expression of anger at the hands of shocked and incapacitated family members. Though it seems like that's what it's going to take before people start learning that there are limits there somewhere and back the frog up. I mean, this was funded by our GOVERNMENT!!
Don't you dare try it at my house. No telling what might happen, and I know you don't mean to be an organ donor just yet.
Read the article. Tell me what you would say to the birds circling around your dead wife.