Every Second Counts: The Race to Transplant the First Human Heart, Donald McRae, New York: Putnam, 2006, page 189:
“ . . . The doctors had sedated him [Edward Darvall, father of requested heart donor] earlier that evening. He was still in a daze when Coert Venter knocked gently and opened the office door. Venter was accompanied by another doctor on the transplant team, Bertie Bosman, who, before speaking, made him rest on the couch. Bosman revealed gently that there was nothing more they could do for Denise. The father stared at the doctor, his eyes wide and unblinking. Bosman, a sensitive man, found his task almost unbearable. But he kept talking, choosing his words with great care as he explained that while Denise could never be brought back to even the most remote semblance of consciousness, her heart continued to beat. But it pumped inside an empty shell--his daughter had already taken leave of her body.
“Bosman paused, allowing the terrible impact of his words to be absorbed. Darvall shook his head. First his wife, and now his daughter. ‘That’s pretty hard luck,’ he said softly.
“Darvall saw the kindness in Bosman’s eyes. That helped him focus on the next series of shattering words. There was a man in the hospital, Bosman said, whom they could still save. He was desperately ill and in need of a heart transplant. Bosman’s voice shook as he suggested that Darvall could do a great favor to the man, and to all humanity, if he would allow them to transplant Denise’s heart. Darvall remained quiet. Bosman and Venter withdrew, stressing that he should take as long as he needed to consider their request. They would understand if he declined to give his consent. . . ” [Emphasis added.]
“ . . . The doctors had sedated him [Edward Darvall, father of requested heart donor] earlier that evening. He was still in a daze when Coert Venter knocked gently and opened the office door. Venter was accompanied by another doctor on the transplant team, Bertie Bosman, who, before speaking, made him rest on the couch. Bosman revealed gently that there was nothing more they could do for Denise. The father stared at the doctor, his eyes wide and unblinking. Bosman, a sensitive man, found his task almost unbearable. But he kept talking, choosing his words with great care as he explained that while Denise could never be brought back to even the most remote semblance of consciousness, her heart continued to beat. But it pumped inside an empty shell--his daughter had already taken leave of her body.
“Bosman paused, allowing the terrible impact of his words to be absorbed. Darvall shook his head. First his wife, and now his daughter. ‘That’s pretty hard luck,’ he said softly.
“Darvall saw the kindness in Bosman’s eyes. That helped him focus on the next series of shattering words. There was a man in the hospital, Bosman said, whom they could still save. He was desperately ill and in need of a heart transplant. Bosman’s voice shook as he suggested that Darvall could do a great favor to the man, and to all humanity, if he would allow them to transplant Denise’s heart. Darvall remained quiet. Bosman and Venter withdrew, stressing that he should take as long as he needed to consider their request. They would understand if he declined to give his consent. . . ” [Emphasis added.]