Discovering Purpose Through Pain

I often find myself grappling with the duality of my nature: balancing a career driven by stringent deadlines with an innate penchant for procrastination. I suppose you could say I thrive under pressure—like a diamond, I like to think I shimmer in the most challenging moments.
Though, last week, I finally ‘did a thing’ that’s been on my to-do list for years: I registered to become a tissue and organ donor. In New Zealand, where I grew up, this process is simple and straightforward. You opt in when you get your driver’s license, and your decision is clearly indicated on the license itself. In Australia, however, the process is different and, admittedly, it took me over a decade to finally register online.
The catalyst for this decision was a sign I saw at the entrance of Mackay Base Hospital promoting Donate Life Week. I had the time to reflect on this as I was receiving my second chemotherapy infusion which takes a few hours.
I won't lie, treatment number two was particularly brutal. That evening, I opened up to my friends and family, admitting that although I had been diagnosed with cancer months ago, it was the first time I truly felt like a cancer patient. The side effects were overwhelming, plunging me into relentless pain and discomfort. Even a simple trip to the toilet became a monumental challenge, with my hands and feet tormented by a cruel mix of very painful cold prickles and cramps. Tears streamed down my face and for the first time, I couldn't use humour to mask the pain—it was raw, unfiltered, and overwhelming.
However, registering as a donor during such a difficult time reminded me that even in our darkest hours, we have the power to make choices that can save lives.
I encourage each of you to consider becoming a donor. It's a simple act that holds the potential to transform lives. You can read more about organ donation on page 7 in this edition.
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Amanda

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