As an 8-year-old girl new to the Catholic primary school in Almere (De Bron), I became acquainted with the donor organ phenomenon. A boy from my class, Micha, was not functioning optimally. He was often sick and not present at school. I learned all about kidneys and donor organs when he got one. I received the entire process from dialysis to being on the waiting list through speaking engagements from him and additional explanations from the teacher.
Unfortunately, his body did not accept the new kidney and he died shortly after having had a donor kidney. This had impressed me so much that when I went to study in The Netherlands I immediately registered as a donor. After all these years and all those relocations I had not forgotten the story and I thought I could do something by registering as a donor. It was at that time that it was not actively promoted to become a donor, so I figured out how to do it and signed up. For me it was so important that a life can be saved with donor organs. And it still is. I am still registered as a donor. For me it was more important than what remains in the grave for relatives to bury.
Funny how a small event in my young life keeps me up to date and results in me becoming a donor.