Ray's Words
This was written around the time of my birthday in 2016, a month before my transplant. And so a word on silence, ignoring things, people, good wishes for one’s health, one’s life. It’s an acute paradox – talking, writing about
There’s a certain ritual which kicks in for me come September. Actually, it starts at the height of winter, as I go walking with my nose in the air, searching for the first scents of jasmine – Jasminum polyanthum. The
The identity of the donor of my second heart (and his or her family) remains anonymous in terms of South African heart transplant protocols. The donor family, also, knows little – if anything at all – of my identity. As
I believe it’s wired into most of us not to be boastful about who or what we are. We take seriously the admonishments against boastfulness passed down to us through the great religious and philosophical texts. As a country, South
It is noticeable that, while most people can recite the names of surgical pioneers like Chris Barnard and transplant recipients like Louis Washkansky and Dorothy Fisher, few of us know the donors who have either voluntarily sacrificed much or whose
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