We seem to always hear about the dramatic effects of organ donation and forget about the "little" pieces that go along with it.
My sister-in-law has knee parts, and I have cement made out of ground up bones as part of my spinal fusion. I eat French fries more often now, and we laugh that it must be my donor. But the laughter reminds us what he has done for many people, and for me to be grateful.
We have both been on the donor list for years, but our bodies may have outlived their usefulness to other people, now. Lucas donates blood regularly.