“What is your latest thinking about the fact that Derek will literally have a chunk of Logan living inside him after the transplant?”
There’s a symbolic way of looking at this, that when I decided to spend the rest of my life with Derek, I already gave him a piece of my heart, so really what’s the big deal about the liver. It makes me think of one of my favorite e.e. cummings poems:
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
…and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart. <——–Damn! That’s some mighty fine poetry.
For those of you reading that don’t see the merits in poetry, I’ll explain it another way.
I believe in picking the right tool for the job. In this case my liver, and livers in general, are amazing tools. Not only do they keep us alive by performing over 500 functions–in cooperation with other organs–they also regenerate. My liver is in tip top shape, Derek’s is, well, not so much. So in this case, fixing Derek is the job, and the best tool is my rad liver. I feel so honored and amazed and humbled that there is a piece of me that might help Derek feel whole again. That I could give him something of mine that would make him better and grow to become a part of him, is a pretty amazing gift for me.
I have no romantic views of my body surviving the afterlife. When I die, I want every usable piece of me to be utilized by others, whether that’s through organ donation or scientific purposes. Frankly, if there is an afterlife, I would really prefer to have a body that has its knees in the right place as opposed to this sorry looking skin sack I’ve got right now. I am happy to part with a bit of my liver right now since it will grow back in both of us.
I do hope his body likes it; this is a non-refundable, final sale situation.