I know this doesn't fall under the "Brain Death" category but I have a personal Organ Donor experience.
In 2010 I was in a horrible motorcycle crash with a whole host of injuries that are well quite exhausting to type out all of them.
Among my injuries were 3 arterial tares around my heart including at least one tear to my aorta.
Later I was told that at least one of the tares actually dissected.
The thing is due to the nature of my injuries they couldn't actually open me up to operate as my ribs and skin were the only things keeping pressure
on the bleeding.
So they sand bagged me.
They packed sand bags on my chest to slow the bleeding, not to save my life but to keep me alive just long enough.
I also had damage to all of my internal organs, the damage wasn't so bad that they couldn't use the organs individually.
The problem was having them all damaged at the same time, including all of my connective tissue.
All of the mesentery, and other connective tissues holding my organs in place dissolved on impact(I knew it could be damaged but "dissolved" that was
So basically as a whole entity I was shutting down.
I was also in a coma, not a brain dead coma more like my brain was off to protect itself.
So here I was coma, all my organs are bruised damaged and beaten, I am bleeding into my chest cavity from tares to my arteries.
The doctor was explaining to Ma that I was dying.
Ma loves me, so she is pissed.
She hauls off and hits me upside the head.
The doctor tells her to stop that/she can't do that as I am dying and speeding the process along isn't a good thing.
Ma says something along the lines of "oh yeah watch me".
She smacks me in the head again again(I'm guessing harder).
The doctor says my vitals instantly took a turn for the better and I began to stabilize.
I came out of the coma for a short while with the doctor still in the room and begged him to hide me from Ma and don't tell her I'm in the
I had no idea she was in the room.
I actually repeated this every time my memory reset with my friends.
I would come to ask them not to tell Ma, they would point to the side where she was.
I would beg for mercy and my memory would reset.
The doctors don't know how I lived, and they don't even know how my multiple artery tears were able to stabilize themselves and repair themselves.
Apart from the necessary surgeries they don't know how my body stitched itself together and healed.
The doctors would joke about asking Ma to visit the coma section of the ICU if she was in the room, and Ma would say no it wouldn't be right to hit
other peoples family members.
The funny thing, Ma used to work the coma ward back when they kept large coma wards in hospitals.
It didn't matter if she was on the day shift or graveyard, she had close to 30% more patients wake up during her shift.
At one time she said she had patients waking up more than once a week.
As far as organ transplants go, when I'm dead if my body can benefit someone else I'm fine with that.
But I really want the doctors to be sure I'm dead before they start carving me up like a turkey.
Just imagine if Ma had been out of state, my license says I'm a donor.
Who knows what would have happened if Ma hadn't been their to smack some sense into me.
edit on 19-9-2012 by Pigraphia because: typo