[I’ve put this in convo as a start because (obviously I’d like to go somewhere) I don’t really know where it might go. There’s a nod to this thread, which I don’t think really got off the ground. I haven’t bumped it because…well…because I didn’t like the cut of its jib. This might well belong in film, tv, theatre, or elsewhere.]
The subject of organ transplantation is one which has obvious interest to me. I’m a renal transplant recipient, and got my lovely organ in 2000 after some time on dialysis. Endemol, the company behind Deal or No Deal (and others, yep) has devised a program which is to be transmitted by the Dutch public service channel BNN.
BNN has a reputation for risqué productions, it seems. There has been some fuss and bother, but the show will be aired.
The show’s concept is that a terminally ill patient (37 years old, cancer, female) will be choosing, through interviews with the applicants and their families, which dialysing contestant will get one of her kidneys (note plural) when she dies. The companies responsible for this program have been trying to justify it’s premise by claiming that the show will highlight the desperate need for donor organs in the Netherlands (and elsewhere). The Dutch parliament has debated the issue, but the show will go on.
I am already aware that a proportion of transplant patients of all varieties are somewhat supportive of this program, despite possibly cynical motives of its producers. I have no evidence, but I can only assume that the rest of the donor’s organs will be used appropriately. That’s a lot of useful offal.
Donation (in Britain) is in an odd state. Vast numbers of healthy people would, if asked, offer up their organs in the event that they die unexpectedly, yet a tiny minority have taken the trouble to register their interest. Living related (and now unrelated) donorship is growing slowly, but (and I generalise) in Scandinavia, there are almost no waiting lists for kidneys because living related donation is considered normal and proper. In Britain, around seven thousand people are currently waiting for a kidney. In 2000, it was 5,500. In Holland, the story is even worse.
It’s over six years since my transplant, and I have an intense relationship with my donor. He died on the 20th December, and fourteen hours later I had one of his kidneys. Other people had his heart, lungs, liver, pancreas and his other kidney, and his eye-bits and bits of bone and heart valves and tendons. When I woke up, I had ownership of my kidney. It wasn’t his, it is mine. He gave it to me. I think of him every single day. He is the closest I have to a deity. I bless him and worship him, just a little bit.
This has already gone in a direction I hadn’t expected. The television show is a nasty thing, but I do believe that it can serve a purpose. I wonder, though, whether TV is a suitable medium for a terminally ill patient to give herself what seems, to the applicants, the power of life. I don't think it's 'tasteless' at all, but I am a little afraid that its powerful message will be lost in the wave of disgust and fear that accompanies it. |