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some grandiose procedure, but in
actuality, all they did was place headphones on her and poke her skin to see
whether or not she responded to stimuli. Kiyomi’s brain waves remained even.
The head doctor recorded the results on the chart. Toshiaki mused about how
unscientific their methods were.
        All findings were negative.
When he was done, the doctor handed over the form and gave a look that seemed
to implore acknowledgment. Toshiaki compared the chart to Kiyomi’s face, then
returned it to the doctor with a single nod. The doctor accepted the form,
signed his name on the top, and stamped it. “Kiyomi-san has been judged to be
brain dead.”
        “Yes.”
        Toshiaki knew he could have
said something more appropriate and was amazed by his own vapid response.
        “Well then, please step into
my office for a moment,” the doctor said, and led them in.
        A woman was waiting inside.
Upon noticing them, she stood up from her chair and bowed politely. Toshiaki
returned the gesture vaguely.
        “This is our transplant
coordinator, Azusa Odagiri,” stated the doctor by way of introduction. “It has
been brought to my attention that Kiyomi-san is a registered kidney donor, so I
took the liberty of inviting her here.”
        Odagiri handed them her
business card. This suit-clad woman looked younger than Toshiaki and gave the
impression of a capable professional. Her piercing eyes contrasted with the
gentle curve of her cheek lines, and this imbalance helped give her an air of
being approachable. Her expression promised honesty and intelligence. She bowed
slightly again and said how pleased she was to meet them.
        A recipient’s transplant
procedure could only be consummated when a donor was present. The only
available donors, excluding those still living and depending on the type of
treatment needed, were usually patients diagnosed with brain death or heart
failure. ER doctors needed to stay focused on their own tasks, so it was
undesirable for them to push to perform these operations. On the other hand, if
a transplant surgeon approached the patient’s family directly for the organs,
it invariably ended in hurt feelings. To mediate between transplant and
emergency medicine, someone had to deal specifically with all these issues.
This was where the transplant coordinator, Odagiri, came in. Hers was a job
which spanned many areas and, because of the doctors’ overbearing schedules,
meticulous familial consolation and care were upheld as the most important of
her duties.
        Toshiaki and his in-laws
seated themselves on the couch and faced her.
        “I will get right to the
point here. With Kiyomi’s kidneys, we could save the lives of two dialysis
patients. CRF, or chronic renal failure, is a condition that can afflict even
the very young. Unfortunately, there is no cure. All they can do is clean out
the body through dialysis treatment. But because of the time factors involved,
it’s nearly impossible for such patients to lead an active social life, and
they are under strict dietary restrictions as well. With a transplant of just
one kidney, such a patient could begin to live normally. I can assure you that
these kidneys would by no means be wasted.”
        Toshiaki listened to this
earnest appeal and spoke up to discuss details.
        “I understand perfectly well
that Kiyomi’s kidneys could save the lives of others and I’d like to donate
them for that purpose. It was her wish to register in the first place and I
think we should respect it, so please do what you feel is best in this
situation. I only ask that you remove nothing more. I don’t know if Kiyomi
would have approved of any further extractions. I would never dream of doing
anything without her prior consideration.”
        He felt they were conversing
like actors in a play. After speaking his mind, he awaited the reaction of his
father-in-law, who closed his eyes and managed to nod once in