The Hub Says Sometimes I Can Take Recycling Too Far

25 Aug
Blood Donor Centre

I’d like to be sent off in a cardboard box.  A great big shoe box – white, so that people can scrawl messages on it: Best mother EVER; Can’t believe you were never recognised as the greatest writer who ever lived; Nagging will never feel the same again; We love you so much we can’t live without you; Won’t miss your cooking.  That sort of thing.  I’d like it to be colourful and messy and then the Hub should take photos of it so the children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and their grandchildren (I plan on being around for a while yet) can take a bit of me home and know how much I was loved and admired and respected.   Um, better make it a real shoe box….

I mention this because I just read Novaheart’s blog about a friend’s send-off.  A Harley Davidson and big tvs – that’s what I call a celebration.  Like Novaheart’s friend, I also want to donate my body to science: it’s just a shell; I won’t need it.  The Hub hates the idea; he says the boys need something to bury.  I say well, for starters, you have to burn me because I don’t want to take up valuable floor space for one thing and I don’t want to be neglected floor space as they rightly get on with their lives for another.  However, he is adamant that I’m not going to be someone’s boring lecture (been that all my life as far as my kids are concerned), and he’ll be the one organising things (assuming he isn’t doing time for needing the organising in the first place) so I don’t have much choice. 

To be fair to him (ouch; that hurt), I don’t feel as strongly about it as he does, so I’m letting him have that one.  But they do have to whip out my bits and re-use them: that’s not negotiable.  I’ve been a kidney donor since I was eighteen – not an actual donor; on the list, I mean.  I’m a registered organ donor, a blood donor, part of a cancer study, and on the Anthony Nolan bone marrow register.  I mention all this not to say how wonderful I am (though I am), but to direct you to read my post Save A Life: Spit In A Cup if you haven’t already, and to remind you to do something about it if you have and are eligible. 

People are dying, folks, for want of things you don’t/won’t need or can reasonably spare. 

  • Giving blood takes an hour (including travel) every four months, and you get to eat a biscuit without feeling guilty about breaking your diet.
  • The cancer study involves one blood sample every five years and a questionnaire.
  • There are organ donation forms all over the place and you can do it online these days; it doesn’t take long.
  • Joining the bone marrow register means just spitting: how difficult is that?  Okay, at some point you might have to have a needle in your bum, but isn’t it worth it to save a life?

Despite my passion for donating bodily fluids to complete strangers, I’m not in favour of an opt-out clause i.e. everybody’s a donor unless they tell the government they don’t want to be.  I prefer nagging (my future coffin refers).  So do something amazing today: listen to me.

 

 

 

6 Responses to “The Hub Says Sometimes I Can Take Recycling Too Far”

  1. vivinfrance August 25, 2010 at 14:36 #

    Yes, Ma’am. Too old, I fear, though they can have anything that’s useful – already organised. Crematoria here won’t take cardboard coffins – it gums up the chimney or something. And I absolutely REFUSE to waste a useful bit of land by burying me in it.

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    • tillybud August 25, 2010 at 19:32 #

      Fascinating fact, Viv! That one’s going in my notebook.

      You get a let-off on account of your age but us young ‘uns have no excuse.

      I know I’m a nag (‘zealot’ is probably more accurate) but this is something that costs us nothing and can do so much good. I’ve always been passionate about it.

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  2. slpmartin August 25, 2010 at 20:49 #

    With such fine humor you address a very immportant issue…thanks for the wonderful post.I also read Novaheart’s blog about his co-worker…I think going out with a celebration really is a wonderful idea..celebrate the gifts that the person has given instead of mourning the fact that you’ll be joining them soon.

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  3. Lawrence C August 25, 2010 at 21:05 #

    Thank you for the linking, Tilly, and I an happy I inspired your writing this.

    If people were to do the same for me as people had done for Kenny (actually, a co-worker’s husband), all they would have to work with is my old bike, my computer, a can of coffee and my Speedos…

    Another option is to leave your body to plastinization artist Gunther van Hagen and his “BodyWorlds” http://www.bodyworlds.com/en.html – Saw one of his exhibits; my date didn’t realize til I told her toward the end that they had all been real people – that was fun!

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    • tillybud August 27, 2010 at 16:31 #

      I was glad to link, Lawrence, because it was an inspiring story.

      GvH is infamous in Britain; Channel Four have shown him working on autopsies and things.

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  4. Musings August 26, 2010 at 08:37 #

    Wow! You and I really think alike. Actually my husband thinks the same way, too. My mother doesn’t agree with us. We have told the kids we want to be cremated and scattered. We do not want to take up any space either. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I love the cardboard box idea. And yes, absolutely agree with the organ donation also!

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