Oliver's gift of life

It was a Sunday afternoon when I received a call that Oliver, my youngest son, was in an induced coma in Auckland. He had fallen and hit his head while at the beach and his friends had found him in the water and given him CPR. The doctors did not know at the time the extent of his oxygen deprivation and brain damage.

My wild, beautiful, 31 year old son had just visited me from the USA, where he worked as a director of cinematography. Oliver was a warm, inclusive person with a great creative mind. He was a brilliant, funky, witty and an unconditionally loving person who gave the best bear hugs ever.

Oliver with camera
Graham Have the conversation today

Have you talked about organ donation with your loved ones?

Questions & Answers

Do you still have questions, or need answers?

Rochelle Hedley

I will be eternally grateful to an unknown donor family who enabled me to gain sight.

Read more
Helpful hint
To access these resources quicker next time, try adding a bookmark to your browser.