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Of course Thrawn would. With the rest of his life taking that drastic turn down the waste chute, why shouldn’t his death!? Of course there happened to be an old base that the Rebellion had been trying to raid for months. Of course this base happened to be on a humid, tropical area of the planet. Of course, in an “attempt” to keep the Rebels away, some of the dangerous and more smelly flora from Onderon had been transplanted nearby. And to top everything off, the “Rebels” just so happened to have set out bombs, since if they couldn’t have this base, no one could. They were in plain sight, silently waiting for the remote detonation. Kallus would have snorted at the absurdity if he’d had the guts left to. Scoffing at what this would turn into was not something he could ever manage.

Thrawn had obviously read his files. The Chiss had to have memorized every detail of that report… Looked up exactly how Saw Gererah made his explosives, too. The Grand Admiral was thorough, as always, for his back-up plans. He had no doubt he would have been told he would live to regret his last assist to the Phoenix Squadron, but it seemed very clear that he would not be given the leisure to. Then, again, that had been the magnum opus of Grand Admiral Thrawn he had blundered.

The waiting was the longest part. He could not leave this room even if he wanted to. There were more explosives rigged to blow if the sealed door budged just a millimeter.They may have let him keep his bow rifle, but it was unloaded, uncharged, and nothing more than a weight on his back. ISB 021 took to pacing, after a while. He stayed by certain areas; the trajectory of the shrapnel and explosion itself would do more damage, kill quicker. There was a brief moment where he seemed to head towards the door, intent on blowing this place, himself, but Kallus paused, thought, then retreated back to his pacing.

Soon…. Thrawn would set it off soon. The Rebellion would not come here, and the Empire would not leave until the job was done. They would all stay at a distance…. It would be better for all of them to keep their distance from him. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Kallus stepped out of the instant kill zone.

Fire had ripped through the compound, tearing it apart at each seam while creating its own openings in the larger chunks. The roar was deafening. The fresh, green foliage surrounding the area caught aflame, letting loose thick, dark smoke. The smell clung to everything.

His ears were ringing. Everything beyond that sounded like it came through thick cloth stuffed in his ears…. Kallus twitched, feeling something wet against his cheek. Blood…. His body was aching, pinned under… under something. He couldn’t move…. He could not move. His eyes were burning the moment he cracked them open, a cough escaping his lungs.

That smell…. It was something he couldn’t forget. He couldn’t see far beyond the smoke, but his blurry eyes could visualize bodies out of the rubble. Senses dazed by an all too familiar stench and sensation, all he could do was sink back into his head as memories flooded through. His platoon…. His friends, his coworkers, faces he had watched through tough exams and celebrating graduating, and…. and twisted and bloody and lifeless…

And there was a shadowy Lasat, walking calmly though the smoke and flames…. It felt right, somehow. Kallus knew, somewhere, that he would be dead, soon. He felt so numb. That Lasat, looking at him, should be the final thing he sees….


“Hey hey hey…. easy…. Ezra, be careful with that, he’s banged up enough!” Green eyes, large, round, and concerned, Zeb watched the heavy breathing ex-agent struggle. “Karabast…. I’m gonna make that son of a-!! Ah, nonono, relax, Kallus…. Just look at me…. Look at me. It’s not Onderon…. It’s not Onderon… We’re gonna get you on the Ghost, y’see? Fix you up and let you get some rest… Won’t let you dream ‘bout those things. I’ll keep ya’ safe…. See? We got ya’ loose… Just keep still, now, I got’cha… Oi, Chop? Might need a bit more’a that plaster…”


This is Ruthie. Ruthie was born without all the functions of her liver, and she’s having a rough time. When she was a baby, a doctor took part of her small intestine and made a little patch up for the missing parts of her liver. But this is only temporary.

Ruthie needs an organ donor, and her operation will cost around $500,000 dollars. Her family can’t pull that money, so all they’re asking for is $40,000 dollars.

With your help, Ruthie can have her surgery. Without her surgery, her body will soon outgrow the patch she has in place.

If you want to donate to Ruthie’s surgery, click here.

If you want to send a check, click here.

If you want to donate and find companies willing to match your donation, click here.

If every one of you donated 1 dollar, Ruthie’s surgery would be paid for in no time.

Ruthie and her family need all the help they can get, Ruthie already has hospital bills piling up, as every time she has a fever, she has to go to the hospital and get her blood checked for bacteria, then stay there for a few days.

Ruthie deserves a life outside of the hospital, and even if you can’t make a donation, it’d help so much just to signal boost this and reblog it.


Top picture: 1987 Dr. Zbigniew Religa monitors his patient’s vitals after a 23 hour long heart transplant surgery. His assistant is asleep in the corner. Photograph taken by James Stanfield.

Bottom picture: His patient who survived and actually went on to outlive Dr. Religa.

Dr. Religa was also the first surgeon to graft an artificial valve using materials from human corpses. He lead a team that completed the first successful heart transplantation in Poland. Him and his team obtained the Brusseis Eureka award for developing an implantable pump for a pneumatic heart assistance system.


The story of a 9-year-old Zion Harvey has gone viral. This Black kid can set a perfect example of a strong-willed Black person, who has gone through very hard times. When he was only two years old doctors found that he had a life-threatening infection that damaged kidneys and other parts of the body. As the result, he lost both his hands and his legs below the knees but received a healthy kidney donated by his mom, Pattie Ray.

“Without my mom, I would not be right here right now. It’s been me and my mom forever,” said Zion.

Black people never surrender, especially when they are supported by the strong family,  that continues to exhibit enormous love, resilience, and optimism in the face of hard work and challenges. This kid is so brave and mature, he is a soldier of our time. 

Black people inspire me every day.



Keeping Hearts and Lungs Alive for Transplant

Heart and Lung transplants use to require transporting the donor organs on ice in coolers to the patient. Now new technology keeps the organs alive and pumping or breathing while they are being transported.  Called the Organ Care System, the organs have oxygen and blood moving through them as they are being transported.  This allows them to stay healthier for transport.  Thanks NPR for the info!

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Organ Care System.

In an organ transplant surgery, timing is critical. Doctors drop organs into a plastic bag and put them on ice. But lungs soon stop breathing. Hearts stop beating. The organs essentially shut down and start to deteriorate. This means doctors have only about five to 10 hours to get the lung from the donor into the recipient. If the travel time is too long, the organ can’t be used and goes to waste. An Andover company known as TransMedics came up with world’s first commercial, portable, warm blood perfusion system that allows a new type of organ transplant, called a living organ transplant. This new technology, called an Organ Care System, is designed to maintain organs in a warm, functioning state outside of the body to optimize their health and allow continuous clinical evaluation. Hearts beat, lungs breathe, kidneys produce urine and livers produce bile. The device is currently not FDA approved but is undergoing clinical testing.

This device allows surgeons to take hearts from donors that formerly wouldn’t have been eligible. Possible donors have been limited because hearts were taken from people who were brain-dead but still had healthy bodies. The “heart in a box” can reanimate hearts that have stopped beating in bodies that have undergone “circulatory death,” where the heart itself is no longer functioning, not just the brain.



Fig 1. In 2008, bioengineers at the University of Minnesota stripped rat hearts of cells using detergent – you can see the results of three trials here. This process left untouched the blood vessels, collagen, and various proteins that compose the heart’s physical structure.

Fig 2. The ghost heart is flushed with red dye to show that major and minor blood vessels were left intact.

Fig 3. A researcher injects the ghost heart with heart cells from newborn mice.

Fig 4. Researchers adjusted the environmental conditions to simulate natural conditions, meaning they provided oxygenate fluids, pressure, and an electrical stimulus. You can see the bioreactor schematic here.

GIF source here. Research paper here. Less technical writeup here. More videos from the lab itself here (Supplementary Movie 1 in particular is pretty awesome).
Baltimore eight-year-old becomes the world's youngest double hand transplant recipient

Zion Harvey lost both of his hands and feet at the age of two after they became infected with gangrene. Zion received the new hands earlier this month at The Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia. A 40-person medical team used steel plates and screws to attach the old and new bones. Surgeons then delicately reconnected arteries, veins, muscles, tendons and nerves.