So the interview I gave the lovely woman from STV news aired last week as part of the ITV From the Heart campaign. It being a section on the news I never really expected it to be more than a tiny wee section of the 45 minutes we had chatting. My part in the feature was to explain what it's like to be waiting for the phone call. Here, watch it for your self and make your own mind up
Personally I'd have preferred it if we had longer so all the bits where I spoke about how important it is to let your family know your feelings about being an organ donor or where I talked about how I find things so much easier being the patient than I sometimes think my family find it because they can't always help were what got aired but those points were covered tremendously well elsewhere in the campaign. I can't really complain about my wee slot except now the viewers have a vision of me struggling to get showered that they could probably have done without. Having said that context is king and in the context of that wee segment what you didn't hear was me explaining why it is such a difficult process. I have to turn my oxygen up for a while pre shower to get ready for the exertion involved. I have to undress slowly because even that tires me out and I then have to just sit on the toilet seat with my head down at my knees gulping for breath. It's only when I feel fully ready that I swing myself round to my board across the bath and slowly proceed with cleaning myself and, not that you would know it from the video, that's when I usually shave. It is a long slow shower and the process of getting dried is no less strenuous than getting undressed is. The oxygen remains at a higher level than it normally would until I am fully dressed and breathing easy again. Everything is done slowly, that's why I said it's like a military operation. Everything is meticulously organised.
Now I don't tell you that because I want you to feel sorry for me. I want people to understand how difficult things are for me but I don't want pity. Sympathy yes, but pity no. I'm not sure I can adequately explain what I mean by that but there is a clear distinction in my head. Someone who pities you would (and do) patronise you in ways that they don't even understand they're actually doing but someone who sympathises simply says "That's a shite state of affairs" and gets on with talking to you as normal. I've spoken before about how grateful I was post bone marrow transplant to meet an old school friend's mum and for her to just ask straight out how things were going and not to talk to me in any way differently from how she normally would. That is sympathising but not pitying. I find it more difficult to describe the other way round but I know it when I meet it. I've seen it in the eyes of people I've met who ask about the nasal canula that supply me with oxygen and you can see the cogs turning in their head thinking "Poor bastard, I'm glad it's not me". And that I feel is probably the difference. Someone who sympathises with your plight does so from a place of caring for you, not from selfishly thinking that they're just glad it's not them. Aye, maybe that's it - with sympathy it's about you, with pity it's about them. That's not to say they're bad people - they're really not. I just don't need to be around them. Thankfully, due to the amazing friends I have, a rarely have to be.
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